All my opponents, loser after loser after loser, were turned into dolls and packed away in my toybox. And then... I lost. And now my eyes are two glass beads strung on a wire. My legs are pieces of wood with a hinge where my hypodimensional knees should be. And yet, I know your desires... and I can satisfy them.
—The Celestial Toymaker, Big Finish Doctor Who, "The Magic Mousetrap"
