but i loved my furby... for oh at least a month... then one night at around 4.00am he woke me up screaming, his eyes jammed shut his mouth open just screaming this horrible noise.
now i think he was trying to tell me his batteries had died but it was the crunch as he hit the wall after i threw him that finished him off.
poor dave, rip.
then recently i came across his still corpse and decided to bring him to life in true frankenstein stylie.
he was skinned and gutted and had a small solar motor joined to his motor. he was then mounted on a plinth.
when he has stored enough energy from the sun his eyes, mouth and ears move in a frankly eerie fashion. zombie furby gonna get ya :)
dave seems to have turned some other zombies, i think he wanders around at night. his latest victim is barry, pictured here in all his zombie furby gory glory.