I had a Furby once. It was really cool. Until of course it went on the fritz, and started acting all wierd. It would turn on in the middle of the night and start to make noises. It would try to talk, but the motors would get stuck, and all you could hear would be the grinding of the servos. Oh god, the grinding. Eventually I took out the batteries and stuffed it in my closet. Then we moved to a new house. I thought I lost it. A year later, while digging through some stuff in our utility room, I find a box. In this box, staring at me with it's evil little eyes and it's nasty, snarling beak, was my Furby. That damned, possessed Furby. I promptly took it outside to our burning barrel and burnt it. I swear, as it was burning, those damned motors started up again. THE DAMN THING CAME BACK TO LIFE. As the heat of the fire burnt and twisted and melted the servos, it's mechanical voice cried out a deathly scream. I hated that thing. Evil, evil little bastard. Nice pipe though, dude.
I too had a Furby. My sister also had one. She put a cigarette in it's mouth. It looked pretty cool. If I had the picture on my computer I'd post it, but I don't have it.
haha that is great! its eyes say so much.... I put my furby in the microwave coz it annoyed me so much. me and my friend thought it was hilarious...my mum wasnt too happy about that though after it fucked up the microwave haha