The following is intended for bizarre audiences only.

Welcome to the Midnight Library.

Oh yes, what silliness have the severed six got for me?

And this better not be about ducks again.

I don't care what ducks do.

They seem to be on strike, madam. They're unhappy with their working conditions.

On strike.

This is number three's idea, isn't it?

He's been head of their union for far too long.

I fear that's precisely their point, madam.

They have names and you call them by numbers.

They want more vacation days and pillows till I upon them.

Or at least new spikes to be jammed on to.

Oh really? Well then, these old head shower roll.

I'm sure my spooky lovely guests adore me so much

that we'll soon have six new volunteers eager for the chop

to become my own set of helpful talking heads.

Hmm, I very much doubt it.

What was that?

I said, hmm, no doubt about it.

Uh, secure that door, Mr. Darling.

I can still hear the voices of the below stair staff.

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