"Hell no. It'll have, like, a thousand fuckin' pieces. And make noise. And make a mess." Does such a toy exist? Ghoul has no idea, but he will do his best to find out.

He's very serious about it, too- until she slaps a sticker on to Daryl's bangs, and then he's ugly laughing about it. "That's a good look," he tells her, grinning. "I think he likes it."

He makes a good conspirator.