you where minding your own bissnes.... shopping... when sudently... from a bag on the top shef, you heard a deep chuckle... you look up... and the bag was silent... creeped out... you keep walking.... five minuets later... you hear it from a clothing rack.... this went on for at least an hour, you thought you where going insane.... so next time... you just grab it... a bag now... and shake it, ignoring the confused glances you say. "what the hell is wrong with you!?!?" to your suprise and skock... the bag spoke. "Guten Tag..."