Oh my, don't even think of scaring me like that again! I have a wild imagination and am about to go to bed, who knows what might appear in my dream. .. I have to admit you've thought of it really wicked, though.
Was there any misunderstandings? Anyhow, that is tempting, the creature cleaning up my mess while singing quietly but it's still a rather scary thought. Just imagine what would it want for payment, ripping someone's guts out and eating them?
Don't worry, I'm sure that for a little extra cash you can get artificial, high vitamin, guts in a reasonably realistic mannequin. I mean, you can't be the only Skia-vacuum-beast owner to have that problem.
Most people who make monsters and body parts and horror films and the like were nervous kids that had nightmares. They grasped control by learning the fear inside and out, and then manipulating it to serve them.
Hmm... that might actually work. The neighbours are going to be giving me extra weird lookd when I'll be delivered those mannequins, but at least I won't have to kill anyone. Also, I'd feel much better to know my beastie is getting enough vitamins If it got sick for eating crappy, nutritionally low guts, I'd have a really hard time getting it to a doctor.
Really? That's nice, I'd like to be able to do that. Learn the fear inside out and be able to control it. Maybe then I could finally watch Pan's labyrinth without having my eyes closed for the whole time.
Humor is a great thing, though one needs to be carefull about it. Never forget that if you can laugh at something, it doesn't mean it can't bite you in the rear. I had to learn that hard way, distrustful as I am.