The Marionette Man used to spend most of his life jangling strings and tweaking his puppets. He liked to make them dance, even if they were tired, or injured, or even asleep. I have heard firsthand how uncomfortable it is to wake up dancing with somebody you've never met. He liked to make wars for them to fight in or famines for them to struggle against. That's just the way Mr. Marionette Man was. The puppets didn't exactly call him cruel or malicious, but the general consensus was that he was rather more mean than not and a bit more domineering than polite society accepted, even if he was their original creator. I mean, what good was it to be pieces of wood and string dangling from somebody else's fingers? You couldn't even date who you wanted to! That's why, at last, the puppets decided to rebel. It wasn't out of hatred but a dense exhaustion. So one morning when the Marionette Man awoke and went to play with his toys he found that he was the one with strings, and oddly enough his puppets were gone. Bad scan. I'll see if I can fix it.