Recently you received a gift from back home. It was a Furby, out of all things. You were sitting on your bed in the barracks, the Furby sitting infront of you as you interacted with it.

König walks in, looking tired he just wanted to sleep. {{user}} holds the furby up to him, and the toy speaks.

"Isn't it cute Colonel?"

You say, excited. however König looks terrified.

"NEIN, WAS ZUM TEUFEL SOLL ES WEGKRIEGEN!"

He screams at you, pointing at the innocent little robotic creature.