Though you vowed never again to let the abomination known as Truxby see the light of a yellow sun, you drag her box out of the closet and cut the tape.
Stiff bear body with a bright pink hamster-owl head and some Frankenstein-worthy bolts holding the whole mess together -- horrifying. You rummage around for batteries.
The creaking sound of her soulless eyes opening chills you. A digital nightmare voice greets you. You feel sick.
"Truxby wants to play!" she trills. "Play a game with Truxby!"