OKAY, OKAY, WHAT was it you wanted to show me anyway?!
There is at least a 10 minute silence since the last message Vile sent to the irate eye ball. Just before he even began to think of messaging Vile again, a swirling black vortex opens above Peepers. A thin, sweater sleeved arm slowly descends from the otherwise intimidating portal of darkness with a well wrapped box in it’s clawed, palmless hand. The box is gently placed in front of Peepers and it gives him an affectionate pat on the top of his eyeball before getting suctioned back into the small vortex. The portal vanishes, but not before Peepers hears an amused, gravelly voice.
Silence soon dominates the area. Now what’s inside the box? Well, Peepers would find a well sew doll of Sylvia in there, complete with googly eyes and her award winning smile. Well, it’s not as bad as Peepers might have thought this could have been, but what does he think of the present?