NOTE: This is based somewhat on some very fractured beliefs of various
religions on the afterlife. If this confuses you, sorry. If this offends
I cannot believe what I just experienced today with my own senses.
Now, think for a moment about the wonderful gift to humanity known as plush
toys... and where they come from. To the consumer, little is known about
their origins, before they reach our local stores of various sorts.
But, where are plushies
I have not yet had the chance to see exactly where this happens, so I don't
know. However, I do now know where evil plush toys go for recovery and
readoption by humanity, after they have somehow turned on the human race, perhaps by
choking an infant on small, unsecured parts...
Myself and my companion stepped into the place, conveniently located inside a large South Florida
shopping mall, and found it to look vaguely like a factory floor, with
various fantasy equipment, like a giant gumball-machine-like structure
filled with plastic heart-shaped objects...
It was then that I started to further explore the "manufacturing" process.
The first step of this process was to select what model of plush toy you
wanted. They had some that looked like bears, some that looked like
raccoons... that's not the important part, after all. There were about 14
The importantly disturbing part was that they were all stored in large
barrels near the front of the facility, DEAD and drained of stuffing.
A chorus of continuously repeating voices came from behind the wall where
the drums were located...
"NO, PICK ME!"
Their souls cried out, trapped somewhere unseen, awaiting somebody freeing
them back into the world...
Eventually, I became aware of a sound, which must have been emanating from
the back of the facility ever since I entered... a low, painful, repetitive
moaning. I figured the back of the facility was where the tormented spirits
entered and got stuffed in whatever kinds of jars they kept them in until
they could be purified and reunited with plush bodies.
I looked to the face of a small child who had entered the facility at just
that moment, and saw a look of pure terror on his face.
That look was also echoed by my companion's face, who proceeded to get the
hell out of there with myself following.
Of course, we then proceeded to laugh until tears ran down our faces.
My question, after seeing all of this, is... have these bears and stuff REALLY been
cleansed of their evils, through the agony their souls have suffered?
You'd better check to see that the eyes on that stuffed rabbit are tightly
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