[ oh now his back-and-forth is, just, like, excited pacing. pre-walkies anticipation. ]

I want to eat a puppet's face. That ugly thing it uses to wrest control of you! Pull it out of the wood like shucking an oyster from the shell!
And I think I know where to find one.
There's this mammoth pygmydillo that has to weigh at least a ton I keep seeing from the air, lately... it's not staying in their usual range. It moves strangely, and it goes to rest in a thicket, rather than a burrow!

I bet you a puppet's taken mastery of it. It'll fight like a bastard, not a boar.