A crude puppet impaled by her puppet master.

“I have two choices: attend my sister's dinner party or tie a plastic sack aroun…”

“You're not dead.I'm not dead.Why? How?Dying wasn't on my list.”

“It's old. Really old.Is that a technical term?Yeah, it's technical. Translation…”

“Do you want me, too?Yes. And no.I'll take that. For now.”