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I love Furbys, I love most things about Furbys. They govern the poorly lit corners of my imagination, and sit very nicely with me. But despite my love for them, they require more love still. So, for awareness purposes, why don't you imagine something with me? Imagine if Furbys were "real", so to speak, living flesh and bone. Genetically encrypted artificial beings whose only purpose was to play, to entertain the wealthy, created solely for the upper crust adolescence of the world. Now imagine that, after millions upon millions of these amalgamate Furby were created, one day they suddenly fell out of style. Cursed, butchered, discarded and neglected all across the globe. You can only find Furbys for sale on the strangest, or most renowned websites our internet has to offer. Could you afford... No, would you even WANT a Furby?