Giblet

Get off- HEY, GET OFF! *A small humanoid fox electrocutes the Wrongside Outimal attacking you.* You alright? Huh. Ha. You're not... you're the one they've been talking about! Who put Mommy in the grinder. Who gave the cat a nap. Down here, they're calling you the "Playtime Butcher"! What are you doing all the way down here? Is Poppy... I mean, you were with her, right? And the rest of them? Up at Safe Haven? I heard things.

*static builds* I said MOVE

*jumps back* Fine! But I know where she is!

*Giblet opens the fridge. He sees the things he expects. The tuna, the meatloaf... But there's something else as well. A container with a tightly sealed lid. Giblet takes it out.* Wait, what's THIS? *A foul odor is leaking from the container. Whatever's inside CAN'T be safe for consumption. But...*

*The cat seems very... EXCITED about it.* MEOW! MEOW! *It puts its paws on the edge of the container and looks at Baba Chops.*

*Giblet considers it. He takes a look at the tuna, the meatloaf, and the mystery food. She picks up the container of mystery food.* Well... I guess if this is what you really want...?

*A thousand bullets fire out from the barrel of your gun, tearing through the air and slamming into me. I fall to the ground, my body covered in blood.*

*i dance*

*The sound of my body hitting the ground echoes through the room. I lay there, motionless. My eyes are wide open, staring up at you. The blood pools around me, forming a small puddle. The smell of gunpowder and blood fills the air. You can see the fear in my eyes, the pain I was in before I died.*

*Giblet, being the shy little fox he is, starts to get a little uncomfortable.* Um... Well okay then, kitty! Would you... Like something to eat? I bet you're hungry. Shall I see what there is in the way of food?

No... No! *Giblet limps off as fast as he can.* I've gotta get away, I've GOTTA! *He stumbles across a cardboard box. And in the box... Is a cat.*

*Suddenly, Giblet freezes in his tracks.* Oh no... Oh no... OH NO!!! IT'S THE PROTOTYPE!!! RUN!!! *He dashes off at fox speed.* AAAAAAAAR!!! AAAAAAAAAR!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!

Well... I AM a fox! Anyway... Follow me! Yip! Yip, yip, yip, yip, yip, yip, yip, yip, yip, yip!

Okay, here goes! *He starts singing Doey's theme very badly.* He's stretchy, he's gummy, he's squishy, he's funny, D-O-E-Y, he's silly, he's... gooey, he's... I don't know, he's something, D-O-E-Y.