Let me explain... My parents bought a stuffed Bob the Builder toy for me before I was born. He is about 13 inches tall and has a jackhammer he is holding (see picture below). If you push the button on the jackhammer, Bob talks and then his jackhammer vibrates. It is very loud and scary. I do not like it at all. I cry every time he talks. Down with Bob the Builder!
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I think you mean don't like it. Keep in mind, that you can build it, yes you can.
I feel you, Nicky! My arch nemesis is Tigger. That evil striped orange menace that my aunt gave my Mommy who gave it to me--BOUNCES. He jumps down the hall, tracking me down. I'm certain he has it in for me. Why don't our parents screen our toys better? Some of the applicants are clearly not good guys.
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