when i was in the 2nd grade he used to be the ghost in my nightmares and would really freek me out. he was the monster that hid under my bed and might eat my feet if i tried to get up in the middle of the night. i mean i didn't blame him. here's this stuff you're supposed to cook to make something to eat out of and it's bouncing arround and exploding out of those cardboard tubes it used to come in and taking to you and stuff. well anything and everything that isn't some kind of creature and when they put some kind fake jolly human face on it, that always used to creep me out. i mean you could tell they were going to spout some kind of propigande when the started talking because they always did. i mean the whole thing, a voice chip, and such things didn't yet exist then, is annoying enough, but that face shit really creeps me out. i don't understand why anyone would think forcing that on children would make them happy or feel safe or anything like that. for me it was always the exact opposite. i've always associated faces on inanmiate objects with the real evil of making excuses for causes totaly unneccessary harm. =^^= .../\...
no seriously guys, i meant, is there a place called pillsbury? or is that just some... i dunno... what is it?