Lately I’ve been seeing things. Last night I got up to go to the bathroom and I saw a Furby peeking at me from behind the shower curtain. When I fell back asleep the Furby spoke to me in a dream.
Awwwww I need those strings that attach mittens to kittens’ coats, only for my beer. I just spent 20 minutes looking for my icey cold refreshment, by the time I found it, it was warm. On the bright side I met some nice people… one claims to be my wife, the other my son. Can you believe he’s 32 already? Wait, that can’t be right, I’m only 39 and a cheetah. Dammit, I shoulda ate that dudes face.
The Furby was highly delusional. Most of them are, having formed their personalities from environmental submersion. The 39 yr old was me of course and the Cheetah, was prolly my regret. Hmmm I didn’t know Furbies sensed things like metaphorical spirit animal regret. I’d better take a closer look at that owners manual.
