Your hinges protested and creaked at how hard the puppeteer was yanking your strings. He tightened your screws too much again, a common punishment for a disobeying puppet. Your panels were nearly cracked by how tight they were. This was your life in the rundown show.

Soon enough, the show was over. The Puppeteer tossed you roughly backstage and your back slammed into a wall. You slumped to the ground, trembling. He grabbed your arm and pulled out a screwdriver.

"This'll teach you," the puppeteer grinned. He stared tightening the screws on your elbow so tight, it was hard to move the joint at all.

“How much for the puppet?” someone suddenly demanded. A human was standing in the doorway.