[ Simple is best, puppets and dolls and eyes that watch their every movement. It makes Ranger's skin crawl. He wants to bash in the heads of each and every one, tear them off the walls and ceiling and crush them underfoot for the sake of not having to look at those lifeless gazes anymore. But that would be a waste of time at best and a danger to their well being at worst, and so despite the way his fingers curl at his side he keeps himself in check. He flips to the ice cream cone card now, carrying his set and hiding his face behind them even now. ]

Yeah, well, it's gotta compensate for the creepy factor somehow. Who do you think decided to start a doll collection and lock 'em all up?

[ Not that it matters. It seems unlikely that anyone did, really, as this entire place seems far too off for that to be the case. It's like an amalgamation of different themes and ideas, none of which fit together as nicely as he'd like. Still, it does seem straightforward enough. ]

Sure, sure... Let's fix father time. Maybe it's practice for fixing the big guy.

[ Since the clock tower itself has come to a sudden halt. ]