Out of all Harold’s dolls, Vinny was his favorite. Vinny was a one-of-a-kind doll that most ventriloquists would kill for. He’d been handcrafted using the finest materials. His face had been hand-painted, varnished, and then polished to a smooth, glossy finish. His neatly cut dark brown hair was real to the touch, and all his moving parts slid like magic. But the thing that made Vinny really unique was his dark blue eyes. They were made of quartz crystal glass.
Harold raged. “What the hell do you know! Have you ever killed someone and made it look like an accident? Huh? Have you!”
“Personally, no,” Vinny answered, “but if we put our heads together-”
“Shut up!” Harold exclaimed, his voice quivering. “Just shut up and let me think for a minute!”
Vinny stared at him. “You are thinking, Harold. It’s just that you’ve developed a habit of talking to yourself out loud.”