You know usually when someone tells you, ‘you’re gonna kill it tonight’ they mean it figuratively. But not in this case, no, it’s never the usual for poor little Dolly. You see poor D has a tendency to attract the crazies. Three immortal gods of misery with nothing else to do with their eternity to be exact. Do this, do that. Say this, say that, kick this innocence calf off a cliff. All commands Dolores has to go through and comply to on the daily. Sorry about your calf old man Samuel. And now the commands have gotten worse. Loosen the stage light here, pour cooking oil there... Stab here. Oop-