Mr. Rubber and the child stare at a broken Bicky in disbelief
"What did you?"
"I didn't mean to..."
Rubber does not meet the kid's guilty eyes
While the child, in a panic, tries to put Bicky back together
What did you do...?"
It doesn't work
Now what
"I'm sorry, Bicky"
Mr. Rubberhead stretches unnaturally
His body growing larger than life
The veins pulsate on Rubber's forehead
He's angry
"What's going on?!"
The child is scared
"I'm scared, Rubber."
A growl emerges from the pits of Rubberhead
"Mr. Rubber...?"
The child runs into another room
