It was mostly deserted in Junior Miss.

“This will be a good conversation piece for our dining room table,” he said, sawing the head off of the Sears mannequin.

“Hold still, you,” he whispered.

“Who - you know she can’t understand you anymore, right?” she asked.

“Of course,” he replied, and suppressed a laugh. He winked at the severed head, before putting it into a garbage bag for safekeeping.