It’s Really More Of An Investment
I have a Lancer, yes. I pretended to saw Gabriel in half with it, which seemed like an act harmonious with the intent of the device - a behavior enshrined in the operating manual. Even though it’s a toy, apparently it hurts really bad. The chainsaw doesn’t actually run, true, but it is still a series of sharp hooks that you shouldn’t rub vigorously against a person’s collarbone.
It was expensive, and ridiculous, but still below two hundred dollars, which is my threshold for nerd artifacts. A generalized Gears lust made me follow a link to the Triforce Locus Head Bust Thing, which might as well be infinity dollars. I don’t really collect heads, though - maybe that’s what one expects to pay for a head these days. I wondered, briefly, what would happen if I tried to insert something like that into my home. Here are excerpts from the simulation.
One of the problems with Child’s Play is that its success is so astounding year after year that you might not have a sense of the scale. I attended a charity event a few years ago with Brenna, and when they announced that they had beaten last year’s record by raising ten thousand dollars, it took me a little while to start clapping. I felt bad, but at the same time, I’m just spoiled - and I blame you. Child’s Play hit $560,000 on Friday and didn’t stop. I’ll put up my own purchases at the end of the week, a drop in the bucket to be sure, but that’s how we do it. Each gift fits into the other.
Voltron is really the model.