hairy mairy's existence is a cruel irony. despite its existence as a remote control, it is convinced that it cant choose anything. everything she does is predetermined, pulled along life by the string of her pants. it is overwhelmed but needs to find whos pulling the strings. never wondering who it is. the masterpants. who is the puppetpants? this fella or the someone els both forms reprsent its existenstial crisis D:
bbb and my ability to ruin everything
