Alright, so Kramer was moving some of his stuff out of storage, and putting some of the stuff that's in his apartment now into storage to replace the space that's open. In doing so, he moved Mr. Marbles back into his apartment. So last night he comes charging in, going on and on about how he had dropped him and broken him. So I let him come over and use my stuff to fix him up, and he left him here for the glue to dry.
People, I swear I was up all night, ready to jump up and smash that possessed little doll. I kept hearing the pitter-patter of his footsteps, and it was freaking me out. I swear that thing is alive, and runs around at night.
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Jesus,I'm sorry man. That doll is almost as creepy as that one doll Susan had, you know, the one that looked like my mother. Good luck with that one buddy.
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