Toy Freddy POV
The company's on line 1 again, and some Karen's bitching about how her kid's foot got stuck in the merry-go-round. First of all, she can't prove anything, but either way, it's nothing a little bribery can't fix…
Oh yeah, where was I? Everything's been grand. That stupid cunt Chica almost cost us our jobs, but it's under control now. Good thing, too. I won't have her carpet-munching ass destroying my pizzeria if I can help it.
Everyone's been like a robot lately, pardon the pun. It's a refreshing change of pace, and anyway, anything's better than our most popular member fagging around with a glorified scrap pile. We're animatronics, for fuck's sake. Just because we're in a band doesn't mean we need to act like it.
I don't usually do this, but…I'm filing a new routine for tomorrow's performance. I wrote it myself, and I know management will approve. Oh, man, the media's gonna love us after this one! I haven't felt this excited in ages. It's funny, has a great message for kids and adults, and hell, if it does its job, it'll even give some people the wake-up call they need. I'm so fucking stoked!
Ah, well, probably time to get to sleep. Big day tomorrow! Sometimes I make myself blush, how smart I am. Prepare yourself, world, ain't nobody ready for this!