Look, at this point can we just assume all Chucky-sized porcelain dolls are evil? Yes, all of them. Their dead little eyes, creepy miniature hands, and lifeless-pale complexions scream “I’m an evil haunted piece of shit,” but yet there still seems to be some sort of booming market for them, so what the fuck do I know? The safest thing we can all do is distance ourselves from them. Or practice a tiny version of kung-fu.