Fanfare and Last Words: Put a Puppet into your hand.
What is the heart? What is its color, its shape, its taste? A man sought the answers to these questions maniacally, nay, pathologically. This is what he created.
(Same as the unevolved form, excluding Fanfare.)
It has no heart and no reason, which garnered it the name of Junk. Junk crawls through the night, led on by the plaintive laughter.
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