OH MY GOD. WHEN I SAID I WANTED FIREFLY DOLLS, I DID NOT MEAN FROM TONNER. WHY DON’T YOU JUST RAPE MY WALLET WITH A CHAINSAW.

Oh, god. Oh, god. A little Mal. I can actually have a little Mal. Oh, god, I’ll have to get several so that I can have Mal, and Caleb, and Castle, and one to just sit around and be all Nathan Fillion-y in my vagina.

HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT MY KARMA IS SIMULTANEOUSLY SO GOOD AND SO BAD. AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH.