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To think that my own followers could think independently! I had no idea how much trouble that foolish sheriff would cause. Out of all the toys in the box, he was the one who resisted my charms, slipping away and returning without raising an alarm. That wretched monkey should have been strung up by his tail! How did this one toy come so close to dismantling the system I had painstakingly crafted over two decades? Fear and intimidation had kept them all in line, yet he broke free. I should have anticipated this; only a toy that has endured hardship and loss, much like myself, could challenge my authority. It’s no wonder I was baffled by his defiance—who else but a toy that has glimpsed life beyond the playroom could threaten to unravel my life's work? Now, I find myself decaying on this truck, having witnessed their escape. Somehow, fate has granted them mercy while I am left to suffer for eternity, destined to crumble into dust. Isn’t it ironic? I yearned for immortality, to be a god like they are, wielding control over the lives and whims of those who adhere to the rules. Instead, I am condemned for my ambitions.