One of the statues had spoken? That couldn't be right, of course it couldn't be right. Yet... the voice had come from behind Seth and when he looked over his shoulder, the statues were all that was there. So it had to be one of them, right?
Except it couldn't, because they couldn't speak. Well, they couldn't speak without his input but he certainly did not input everything. So how the hell did one of his five statues speak? Perhaps one of them had developed a curiosity like Bob, I mean he still had no idea how Bob came to be so it wasn't completely off the table. But other than that he couldn't think of how-
Wait... Five?
Seth quickly rewound his train of thought like it was a VHS tape, an ancient relic of the past that only the true elders and those who couldn't get new things growing up, would even remember before he frowned softly at his mental calculation. Glancing over his shoulder at the statues, he quickly counted them just to be sure.
