Only yesterday, I was driving home looking at the bus stop posters for Terminator Salvation, remembering a nightmare I had about my Furby many years ago: It couldn't be bargained with. It couldn't be reasoned with. It didn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely would not stop, ever, until I was dead.
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Can't wait to see if your 2015 prediction is as good as last year's impressive BB call.
Only yesterday, I was driving home looking at the bus stop posters for Terminator Salvation, remembering a nightmare I had about my Furby many years ago:
It couldn't be bargained with. It couldn't be reasoned with. It didn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely would not stop, ever, until I was dead.
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