Tommy is able to bear the stress of solitude for… well for just one day before he starts cracking. Dude! Blue balls are a bad thing, but starting to talk with horny puppets after twenty-four hours? The situation worsen quickly as he discovers a good jerk off is no solution; in fact, it worsen the situation, multiplying the nagging puppets. In the end, he yields, and calls over Faye Doneaway for some good sex, who appears in full biohazard protection. Nice to see she brings over her own puppet to keep entertained Tommy’s ones with a puppet orgy.

Adult Time writes:

Tommy Pistol is stuck at home, trying his best to self-isolate during a trying time. His mother sends him a puppet to keep him company, though he doesn’t care much for it. She means well but it’s just a bit… weird.