Your favorite toy comes to life one day. It has seen and remembers everything youve done around it or to it directly. What does this toy say or think of you?
>"brotha, get a summer job and buy a decent cameroa, the boys here are talking about how you do us no justice with that shitty phone camera, please man, it's only going to do us good"
>"another thing, could you pose us doing something other than standing straight? Most of the time we are touching each others asses, we know we're a big group and we are grateful, the more the merrier, yeah but the groping is getting out of hand, the guy behind me has claws and he told me he didn't come with other hands so... Well, I'm glad he isn't one of them space wars guys, those neon rods creep me out!"
>"one last thing, those import broads won't shut up about how they they should be in the lower shelf since they're scared of heights. Don't mean to diss but why you keep buying them schoolgirl bitches? They all look the same and yap all day 'bout how they are meant to be admired and not played with, I don't get you man. The guys are cool though, but their legs tend to separate from their pelvises, That's weird, man.
>why am I standing here covered in dust
>WHY DO YOU KEEP TRANSFORMING ME IM STARSCREAM YOU FUCK
>Why are we still in this box
>why did you stack all of these boxes on top of me, I thought I was your pride and joy
The later I know would say that for sure, my generations metroplex has become a table.