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Indeed, 'tis somewhat quiet... We need something else to talk about. Melee and Kart might be considered old topics, and video gaming as a whole has been discoursed upon at some length.... Politics is, of course, "right out", as the keeper of the Holy Hand-Grenade would say (I must note, for the record, that this is but a <em>jest</em>, since this fact went unnoticed last time); "Pirates vs. Ninjas" has been done; and that leaves little, other than: Furbies!!! Each of us has a special story about our interactions with these lovable, furry little horrors to relate! Mine runs thusly: Once upon a time, there was a little boy who got a Furby for his birthday. He was a very happy little boy, especially after he opened his gift, and he had many adventures with his Furby; he took it everywhere he went. One day, the little boy was driving in the country with his parents and, of course, his brave little Furby, when all of a sudden came a big deer running across the road! The little boy's parents couldn't stop in time, and so they hit the poor deer, which, unfortunately, died shortly after. The windshield shattered, and there was a big jolt to all of the passengers. The Furby, which had been sleeping, woke up and started talking again. The first thing it said was, "Fun! Want do again!" When they got home again, the little boy took his Furby downstairs to the basement and stuffed it as far under the couch as it would go (it was light-activated.) The little Furby never saw the light of day again. THE END
This was related to me by the little boy in the story some years later, and, I have reason to believe, is grounded entirely in fact (he let me look under the couch; I accidentally reactivated the Furby, for which he has since, I believe, forgiven me.)