WELL, what if they are truly a solider stuck in a wooden doll? I own one. He's right by my desktop, staring at the flag, contemplating the acts of many false deeds the "AMERICAS" has gotten to be.
I'll say he does often express a British tone, when I hear a voice in my inner consciousness.
"Salutations to many that come! Behold I stand before you into serving your acquaintance of companionship worth!"
Say hello to the Nutcracker tally-OH!
I often know too much of the forbidden things. These of all kinds of items/creations have a unique remedy of vodka and soul!
I'll say the lad is quite charming, among my other spirits in my room. Typically the stubborn white dragon constantly nagging me to eat, but sadly I am stuck inside this complex building with a lunatic humanoid parent. Ah...where is my alien father coming? I prefer his presence than the loud gagging of waste fluids constantly evaporating when I try to express vowels to the umbilical cord strand that has tried to raise me many times.