Strange, I have seen more puppets than you know the names for. Puppets with strings, puppets without strings—finger puppets, hand puppets, sock puppets, shadow puppets—every kind of messed up, fake, little asshole somebody got the bright idea to conduct manually into creeping out kids and filling shitty horror movies. You name a kids' movie or TV show with those suckers and it probably got shoved onto me at some point, to say nothing of the literal kind stocked around the apartment or the floating, cackling asshole I had to deal with for the whole of my timeline's Sburb session. Puppets have haunted my nightmares for years, Strange, and I hate them.

[It all tumbles out in a shaken rush, followed by a short moment of self-conscious silence.]

Ignore that. I get your meaning. Sounds like a hefty tradeoff for ghost spying.