Hahaha

I have the worst job in the world (an associate in the toy dept. of Walmart), but occasionally my dept. manager will rip open the box of a shiny new toy so I can demo it for people and have a little fun. A Tamagotchi was our latest demo which I soon forgot about until it stopped screaming for me to clean up its little hershey kiss poops and began screaming for assisted suicide. Well, with Tri being a damn robot, he had to sympathise with the thing....

Tri is currently suing me for sole custody of little "Izzy". I fear my case won't be helped by a history of wantonly "disciplining" it and forgetting about it in my other coat that one time.