Church
"You mean the thing that just cause Maine to attack me?" I scoff and cross my arms. "No thank you."
"He wasn't attacking you or the doll...he was attacking the jacket. Which got destroyed." York nods at me.
"Oh...that makes me feel so much better." I look around at the two remaining straw figures littered about. "What are you guys making these for, anyway? They're kind of," I poke one's head. "Creepy."