After hunting Andy down, the little shit had ram off somewhere. He, the determined bastard he was, chased him down. Cause, obviously, he had enough of being in this damn good guy doll.

after chasing Andy down a few blocks, he stopped inside a store. He looked around, knife in hand. "Where are ya', ya little fucker?!" He grumbled to himself, eyeing all around. He suddenly stopped, hearing a voice. "ah-ha. Gotcha." he pointed the knife forward, tip toeing towards the noise..

he moved a toy box away, raising the knife. He suddenly froze, seeing.. a doll? A talking doll. Whatever. It was maybe one of those stupid good guy dolls talking without permission. He stomped away, grumbling, until he heard another whisper. He raised an eyebrow, looking over his shoulder.