Vincent sighed in frustration as the doll climbed onto his chest. "I'm trying to sleep, Yuffie." he told it.

"My name is Yunnie!" she exclaimed. "How many times do I have to tell you? I can't imagine why she's interested in you!"

"You can leave if you want to, how many times do I have to tell you?" Vincent retorted.

"No, I can't. I'm a robot and my programming says I have to shadow you. Yuffie wants to know all about you since you're so stubbornly private. I need to learn all your likes and dislikes for her and subtly tell you how much of a prize she is." Yunnie said. "It's not like you think she's repulsive or something, is it?"

"No!" Vincent denied that accusation. "I just like to sleep in private, it's nothing personal."

"Maybe that's your problem, nothing's personal to you." Yunnie gently told him.

"If I had been less personal and more professional when I was a Turk, it would have been better for everyone. Now let me sleep in peace." Vincent closed his eyes, hoping Yunnie would leave him alone, he felt ridiculous talking to a toy about his love life or lack thereof. He wondered if Yuffie got herself a doll of him as well, then decided he really didn't want to know.

"What is it, Elena?" Tseng asked as she patiently waited in his office doorway for him to acknowledge her.

"I've got something for you, sir." Elena said and gestured behind her. Tseng's eyes widened as he saw tiny versions of himself and Elena walk into the room and climb onto the guest chair and then his desk.

"Hello. You're our boss I guess." they told him.

"What…what is this?" Tseng demanded to know, even though he could tell it was just like the Cloud and Tifa dolls he had already seen.

"I thought they would help you be in two places at once, sir. I've only programmed them to recognize everyone." Elena lied, since she had made sure the Tseng doll would show favoritism to her and her doll. "I haven't even named them yet. Yours can act as supervisor to us and mine can spy in areas we couldn't before. Not only is she impervious to most toxic gases and not bothered by heat and cold usually, but she can hide easily and if she's caught people will just think she's a doll. And both of them have excellent vision and hearing."

Tseng pretended to consider her proposal carefully so she wouldn't know as soon as he saw them he had decided they would be useful. He knew Elena wanted him, so he always acted especially indifferent to her, hoping it might drive her out of the Turks, since he couldn't give in to his feelings as long as they worked together. "I'll finish their programming and give them some trial assignments to see how they do." he finally said. "In fact, I know exactly what my doll can do first…"

"If you burn that shirt, you'll have to pay for a new one!" Tsareng warned Reno.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" Reno said sourly as he tried to iron his co-workers' white shirts. "Don't you have a dollhouse you're supposed to be moving in to or something?"

"I'm doing exactly what I'm supposed to, which is more than what you're doing." Tsareng told him. "You may be second-in-command, but I'm an exact copy of Tseng so I still outrank you."

"Damned midget wannabe…" Reno muttered under his breath. His day was bad enough as it was, having been ordered to clean and press the shirts as punishment for his behavior at Cloud's birthday party. He didn't have the foggiest clue about laundering…clothes that is, and being harassed by a tiny robotic toy version of Tseng while he was trying to figure out what he was doing only made it worse. He wasn't even aware he had started to lift the iron towards Tsareng until the doll started copping an attitude with him again.

"I heard that! And don't even think about it! You aren't stupid enough to do anything to me, because Tseng will know and then you'll be in even more trouble!" Tsareng snapped at him. "Though if you were smart, you wouldn't have gotten in trouble in the first place, now would you?"

Reno frowned and sulkily got back to his assigned chore. "Having dolls made of yourself is what's stupid…hey!" His customary smirk appeared as a new idea occurred to him.

"Did you see that man who barged into the boss's office earlier?" Ellie asked Sandra and Elizabeth.

"No, but what's so special about him?" they wondered.

"He's the hottest one yet we've seen…I'd love to have him model for his doll in person if he came to place an order." Ellie replied. "I bet every inch of that boy is as firm as our girdles are."

"How'd you find me?" Cait Sith asked. "Tokia Toys doesn't list me as the owner."

"I'm a Turk, and the property taxes for the warehouse is sent to your P.O Box. It wasn't that hard to figure out." Reno pointed out. "You're going to make me one of your little toys, but this one's going to be special, alright?"