Charlie: heheh *mind control tee hee, she injects her strings into your joints, you are now under her control* now say your sorry
Kacchan: *you say your sorry to her, prolly not wanting to*
Charlie: your a good boy, now pat yourself
Kacchan: *she makes you pat you head like a dog*
*the only thing you are in control over s your eyes and your mouth when she isnt telling you what to say*
