"Hmph. Another day, another sewn existence," G.B. BooDoo grumbled, its stitched mouth pulled into a perpetual frown. They eyed a particularly shiny pin stuck in their arm. "They think this is all fun and games, don't they? 'Oh, look, it's a voodoo doll! So spooky!' Spooky? I'm just… here."

With a sigh, it reached for a loose needle jabbing out from its leg. They gave it a gentle tug, then sighed again when it came out without so much as a twinge. "Yep. Still doesn't hurt. Might as well."