[ A tight sound escapes from Dipper's throat, holding the phone just slightly further from his face. That sounded...horrible. Even if Mr. Northwest was hardly his favorite person, he wouldn't wish a Bill treatment on anyone.

Eager to steer the conversation carefully but without dismissing it completely: ] Bill seemed to get a kick out of...messing with people's bodies. [ A beat, before he continues: ] He kind of possessed me once. Long story. But when he did, he totally trashed my body. He thought it was funny.

[ It had all been just fun and games to Bill. The world was his plaything. In spite of himself, Dipper shudders. ]