Flee? I think not. No place is safer for me than in my own home, so whatever you think I should be afraid of, my dolls and I can handle it, I assure you.
The dolls? What do you mean there’s something wrong with them? If the honey we picked up for their tea is tainted, I’ll—
It’s “thick, concentrated voidstuff” they’re eating? That doesn’t even make sense. Void is nothing. There’s no “concentrating” nothing into some kind of substance as thick as honey.
Look, there are plenty of viscous black substances that corrupt whatever they touch.
Just wait here, I have a whole book cataloguing different types.
Oh, you fret too much. I’m sure there’s plenty of time for me fetch it. What’s the worst that could happen, all my dolls corrupted and swarming me in overwhelming numbers? Ha!
I’ll be right back, I promise.