Sorry about that, I'm getting heavy "The Ring" vibes from this one. Get back to me in a week if you accidentally erased yourself from existence by seeing this. Thanks!
I mean, assuming there aren't any extra eyes hanging around elsewhere.
The tea party was going splendidly, until Mr. Snuggles asked Clarissa why she was drinking imaginary tea with anthropomorphized inanimate objects. Clarissa started to say "I'm not drin..." before stopping, blinking vacantly, then lowering her head onto her hand. A few awkward minutes passed. Mr. Snuggles was never invited to a tea party again.
I mean, we are in the age of plastics after all. I can't really tell anymore.
Lucky for you, we're going right past the mental hospital.
I hate it when clowns walk around at your party as if that's not even weird AT ALL.