Madman's Monologue Written by Vember Judgement 1: Pretty Red Dress Your hair smells like pinkies...Don't worry, that left nostril will be happy again, just you wait. It all depends on the swing you know. You get on that thing and ride to your hearts content, that's a sure fire way to kill that dog. Oh, but don't you worry. The blood pudding isn't awful after all. Sure, the fingers aren't right to be sticking out of that brew, but it is the best I can do. Awww, it will be alright my pet. I'll keep the secret so long as you keep fetching me those humming birds. I do so love to hear them flapping about. They make such horrid sounds when grounded into my applesauce though... Have you seen mummy? I miss her caterwauling, and her face was so funny. It always looked like a boiled potato, I could just eat her up! Don't ever say no to the dollies my dear. Those button eyes and wool dresses they have, I so am jealous of them...can't you ever say no to them when they smile so well? But it's all true, the way they stole that poor girl's left leg for a game of tag. She limped about, putting stains in my best carpets...Such a shame she lives where she does now. The basement is so chilly this time of year... Beat me, please, beat me mummy. I've been ever so bad...That poor girl drowned yesterday...She drowned, and I watched, holding her leg in my hand...She gurgled and she thrashed...I own her dress now, mummy... Moppet...I see you, crawling about...Would you like some of me special pudding? Yes, I know you do, your right eye told me so, it did....They seems to like you...But he stole my new dress....the one I took from that poor girl who drowned... They did not take her leg, I still have it. I love it so. Don't be fooled, me love. All things considered, the dress is worthless, as I still own her corpse... Such a pretty red dress you have...May I own it for a while? I promise to keep the blood off it. Yes, it so pretty, so many buttons...so many chewable buttons, so yummy...I can use them all you know...They speak to me in riddles they do... She wishes you the best, for mummy's sake...She is the owner of my pretty new red dress...So easy to hide those bloodstains...But I promised her I would not get it dirty...But i need it, I do...But the dress is so pretty, moppet...Who did you kill for it, I shant ever tell....I shant...I keep my promises, I am a good boy, mummy sez I am...But she is a corpse and can't be trusted with her lies...I...I love her! The dress..I ruined it, oh God, I did...I didn't want to...But that dog...That damn dog just kept singing...I told him to stop, but he sung and sung and I hit him...I hit him then carried him in the red dress... I won't give back the dress, I can't, I won't...I took so long to take out all that damn dog's blood...The buttons, those brilliantly made buttons though, they are so fine...I shall stitch them to that poor drowned girl's corpse...They will look pretty on her. make her smile with glee. make the damn dead dog envious. It's tea time, it is....I wonder where the hummingbirds have gone...My pudding doesn't taste the same without them...I hear children playing outside...They scare me, they scare my dollies...It's getting dark soon...Time to wake mummy up... She dearly needs a bath, she smells so bad... The End