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FURBIES ARE EVIL: A True Story By Skulhedface

My best friend's kid brothers (and he has three of them) each had Furbies, and since of course there were three of them they would talk to each other or whatever these damn things were designed to do. Well, we were really toasted on screwdrivers that night so we unleashed all our frustration on two of the Furbies, throwing them against the wall, dropping them, etc. Well, one was totally destroyed (and his mom gave us some shit for it after awhile) and would no longer work.

...or would it?

About a year later, I was at his house and we heard some weird noises coming from his attic. Being bored and all, we decided to go investigate. It was the most godawful noise you ever did hear, a mishmosh of satanic verse and digital craziness. After a little investigation, we run into none other than the Furby we had drunkenly destroyed the year before, only this Furby was muttering incoherently, in a voice that could only be described as BONE CHILLING.

The moral of this story is: FURBIES ARE PURE EVIL.

Also, don't kill a Furby in a drunken stupor, or he will haunt you forever. The end.