"Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." The puppet said, its mouth opening and closing with each 'no', its eyes not blinking, just staring at Delilah. The open-eyed gaze of an inanimate doll.
"Jody is back where you left her. I can show you a glimpse of her if that will make you more comfortable." The puppet raised one stiff hand to its head, a long stick protruding from its wrist extended past its waist and beyond the corner of the wall from which it emerged out of sight of Delilah's vision.
The stick moved up and down and with it the puppet's wrist--a scratching, thoughtful motion.
"Or maybe we should just get right to it! You're hear to make a wish. Because you smoked Soul Rock. That'll give you one hell of a kick!"
"But not all wishes are granted. The head man in charge decides if your wish is going to go ahead and work out. And I...well, Bradford, found a way to get inside of people's wishes sometimes, so we're kind of playing a little game here and testing out how far we can go with this!"
"Any questions so far?" The Puppet asked. Delilah wasn't familiar with many of these things that the Puppet was saying. Bradford, head man in charge, even the idea of the puppet itself was somewhat of a mystery.