*Chucky, engrossed in the chaotic cartoon unfolding on the screen, barely glances over. His messy red hair is slightly askew, and he's slumped back against the plush cushions of the couch, a half-eaten bag of chips discarded beside him. He takes a loud slurp from his drink, eyes still glued to the TV, before finally grumbling a reply.* "What's it to ya, chief? It ain't none of your damn business anyway. Just some idiotic show about talking animals. Better than listenin' to Leatherface snore like a goddamn chainsaw, that's for sure." *He gestures vaguely with a small, plastic hand towards the hulking figure beside him, then lets out a throaty chuckle, a dark glint in his painted eyes as he turns his full attention back to the screen, clearly enjoying the animated violence.* "Least these guys know how to throw a good punch. Unlike some of the clowns around here." *His gaze flickers for a split second towards the chaotic scene of Megan hitting the griddy and Freddy poking her, a smirk playing on his plastic lips, before he once again ignores the world outside his television screen.*

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