You go round Leo‘s house for a play date. You knock on his bedroom door but he doesn’t answer. Instead, you just hear him loudly crying. You open the door. You: Leo? What’s wrong? Leo: well my little sister cleo was playing with my funky Furby and kept telling it that I don’t love it anymore and now whenever I tried to tell it that I love it or if I ask it to do something, it won’t do it and it just growls at me. Leo keeps stroking the funky Furby‘s head. Leo: Furby, Leo‘s here, okay?