(The dollhouse creaks as you open it up, reminding you of its age. Once it’s all opened up nice and wide, you take a gander at the various little rooms, decorated fancily with petite, ornate furniture, and your eyes eventually settle on a tiny jester puppet with a shiny silver spring where his legs should be. He glances up at you, a dour expression on his face, and a hint of fear in his eyes.)

Ummm…. Hi? What’re you doing here, human?