I actually did destroy the family furbies this way.

We got them, thought they were fun for a bit… but they wouldn’t ever shut up.

We put them in a drawer, and they’d just rattle and groan, in the middle of the damn night.

So one day I took em, put em in the middle of the road, covered them in kerosene, lit em up.

… with a safety lighter, of course.

I remember their protestations as they burned.

Goddamn demon toys.

Never got punished for it, couple months later somebody just asked ‘whatever happened to those damn fur toy things?’

‘oh, i dunno, i thought you took em away or something’

‘… whatever, just glad those are gone, christ, they would not stop yammering’.