For some reason,
this made me giggle. When I was little, my mom had a mania for "free gift with three proofs-of-purchase!" type offers, so I actually had a bunch of Pillsbury Dough Boy toys. He usually got to be the homicidal maniac or the cannibal who ate all the other toys, or occasionally, the stand-in for the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man during
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