Seriously, it's too much. I decided I'd try to do some gluing with Angelique, whose head wire thingies came detached almost the second I got her out of the package... except I couldn't get the damned glue cap off because the fucking FUMES were strong enough to glue that thing on tight. So after a long and frustrating bit of prying with a fork and a screwdriver and finally some scissors, I was able *pop* the cap off... which soared up into the sky and riccocheted off of the ceiling and got lost amidst all of the crap on my top bunk. GREAT! But before looking for it I decided to glue Angelique's head wire thingies back onto her head, which wasn't quite as painful a process as the Kill Bill experiments went -- which, I must add, never did turn out quite right and cost me a patch or two of skin to boot -- but I'm still not completely satisfied with the finished product. Anyway, once that was done, I set out to find the cap... and, of course, I couldn't. Mind you, there's no space on my top bunk to actually maneuver atop it, so here I am clinging to the side of the thing with my toes while creeping from side to side so that I could claw through the clothes and stuffed animals up there with my arms free, but to no avail... and all the while, the fumes from the glue are filling the room -- they're still filling the room, and I feel a bit lightheaded, actually -- so finally I gave up and started trying to shove something, anything into the glue bottle's mouth to plug it up. But alas, nothing was small enough to fit into that narrow cavity, so I had to resume looking for the blasted cap, and found it nearly a half hour later. Yay.
I hope you appreciate what I just went through for you, Angelique, especially considering that you have zero articulation and that your cleavage consists of plastic and paint.