Dear makers of Furby:
The Furby I bought was consistently in a evil mood. Speaking in tongues, and the like.
So I gave him a Furby lobotomy. He came back to life even more evil.
So I’m not convinced that I’ve received a Furby with the soul of Charles Lee Ray in it.
I shall be awaiting a coupon for a free replacement, and the arrival of a priest to sanctify my home and remove the evil creature from my presence.
The mother of three who know sleeps clutching a crucifix and a knife.