So this morning I was told by Alicia in no certain terms that "this is not a college frat house. I want that thing down off the mantle by the time I get home or it is going back on ebay". That thing being the cartman doll I stuck up there. There was no movement in the night, that I know of, even though I had some weird feelings at times that I was being watched in my sleep. So, Cartman doll, if you read this while I am at work, you better move yourself while I am gone, and hide. Alica is breathing down your neck. Don't worry little guy, I won't let anything happen to you