I am looking at an old furbie. His eyes are wide open and it's staring at me. Stop staring at me...
my conversation with it.
Me:
Go away
Furbie:
...
Me:
stop staring at me!
Furbie
...
Me:
You're scaring me now.
Furbie:
...
me
Thats it! you're going in the bin.
*picks furbie up and throws it into a binliner*
Furbie:
Me do la doo dooo dooo
whirrrrr...
me:
shut up!
Furbie:
...
from the evidence you have seen, furbies and me do not get on.