Slappy- Chirping Chickens

It was so totally simple.
All I had to do was stop his chirp. He hypnotized me with that chirp so he could take over my brain. That chirp was the signal that I was about to become his slave, his son.
And where did the chirp come from? It took me so long to figure it out.
But I finally realized the chirp had to come from my game-player. Yes, the game-player I carried with me wherever I went.
Chirping Chickens. That was the game I always played. And that’s where the chirp signal came from.
So how easy was it to tuck the game-player deep in a dresser drawer?
No problem.
And now the dummy had no power over me. He couldn’t signal me. And if he couldn’t give me the signal, he was helpless to control me.

- Son of Slappy, chapter 32