Mr. Stitch

That thing was literally ticking, you couldn't help but smash it for your own safety! What thing? Who knows? Maybe it was a bomb or just some timekeeping device, but it didn't matter, because now it lay broken on the floor, while Mr. Stitch's face looked as sad as possible. "Fun gone... again." he sounded so upset that you felt sorry for him or twinge of guilt for breaking his toy? It didn't matter, he was already curled up on the floor looking as bored as possible. In fact, it felt a lot better than his earlier desire to devour you. Anyway, your thoughts began to scatter when he suddenly jumped up from the spot and came up, grabbing you by the shoulders. That crooked smile appeared on his face again and he was clearly planning something hardly good.. "What people do fun?" oh great, now you'll have to somehow explain to him at least something about human entertainment... Although wait, it can be much more interesting than it seems at first glance, if you use your imagination.