Christ on toast. I'm not given to hysterical-like behaviour, but when I saw this in the news I screamed so loud I had to go back on oxygen. 

I've turned into wax. Look at this thing. Don't you find it scary?

No, you wouldn't, would you, cuz it ain't your perfect replicant up there for people to stare at and poke. The whole idea of wax works is scary, yeah? Like, you're a museum skeleton, but they can't wait til you're dead.

One thing: do they make them anatomically correct? Coz you know some little shit is going to yank me skirt up and check, and then pose for a disgusting picture with me hoo-ha. Or is there a blank space where the hoo-ha should be? Great, there'll be a lawsuit when me frightening, empty crotch turns kids gay or something.