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Death of a Furby
Vincent
ifeedformula wrote in metaquotes
ladydyani brings on teh funny again.

When my daughter was three, we somehow managed to beat the other people away and get her a Furby for Christmas. (Remember how popular those were? And how hard they were to find?)

She opens it Christmas morning, and is absolutely delighted. After presents are finished, I'm in the kitchen, cleaning up the breakfast dishes. She's taking Furby around and showing him the house. I hear "This is the living room." Step, step, step. "This is the kitchen." Step, step, step. "This is the bathroom." Pause. "Go potty." SPLASH!

She dropped poor Furby in the toilet. I suppose dropped is the wrong word. Shoved would be more appropriate.

After a painstaking drying, he did manage to work again, but for the rest of his life, he would randomly blurt out odd sounds every once in a while.

Poor Furby.

The context has been savaged by a small child


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Do this: Take two unused, factory fresh Furbies. Turn them on and lock them in a closet facing each other with a light (LED flashlight works great) so they don't go to sleep.

They will either 1) Go insane or 2) develop their own language.

I'm sick and demented to want to try that, right? Right?

I heard that the developers actually DID this; they put about five or six Furbys in a circle and turned them on to see what would happen if they talked to each other.

I heard that after the Furbies had been talking to each other in their own language for fifteen minutes without any sign of stopping, the developers started to get really freaked out and turned them all off.

Two?

Try half a dozen.

I know someone who placed them strategically around a room to amuse his pregnant wife and keep her company.

They'd go quiet for a while, then one would say something, and the others would all reply, and there'd be this raucous of chattering Furbies all trying to talk to each other.

He finally had to separate them and hide them all over the house.

And then the poor things got lonely and would start to call out for each other at random.


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