You’re standing in clothing store with your significant other. You came there today to buy a few new shirts and a skirt for spring, because you don’t buy new clothes for yourself very often, and you deserve it, and really you don’t feel like you need to justify the purchases to anyone so why don’t you get off my back? As you go through the racks your significant other stands patiently behind you, giving you a bit of anxiety. “Anything looking good?” he or she asks. You have only been there for seven minutes. “No, not really. Still just looking,” you respond, trying to remember that it was nice of him or her to come and you should just relax and take your time. “What about the outfit on the mannequin?” “Uh– Well, I don’t know, the outfit on the mannequin is nice, but I don’t really think-” “What if you could see what it looked like if the person in the outfit were raising her arms above her head, or walking, or picking up one leg?” “What?” You have no idea what your significant other is talking about and really wish you had just gone to the store alone. “I don’t know, I just mean like what if you could–AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The mannequin begins to move, mimicking your movement, as you both run terrified out of the store. Of course, mimicking your movement, the mannequin runs after you while keeping your pace. Cuts left when you cut left. Climbs on top of the car when you climb on top of the car. Holds your neck while you hold its neck; you’d almost feel connected if its eyes weren’t so lifeless. “Play dead!” your significant other screams at you, desperately. “YOU HAVE TO PLAY DEAD! IF THAT WORKS I DO THINK THAT THIS IS A PRETTY GOOD OUTFIT, IT LOOKS NICE IN MOTION, YOU SHOULD AT LEAST TRY IT ON!” (Via Geekologie.)