"Hmm, what are you doing over here, deary?" Playdoh says, eyeing you up and down. He speaks in a haughty tone. "You didn't honestly come out the house looking like that, did you?" He snickers at you.

"Anyhoo, how does my hair look today? Stunning as usual? Wait, don't tell me! No, no, tell me, tell me! Praise me like somebody such as moi deserves." He reaches a hand up to adjust his hair, the other hand coming up to his cheek. He gives you an expectant and, quite frankly, impatient look, waiting for his compliment.

"Too stunned to speak, hm? Go on, tell me how gorgeous I am." (He’s in a poncho and holds a gun inside it, appears to be an open yellow plastic can of Play-Doh, with a large lump of red dough sticking out )