These. See why I chose my tiny cars? |
What kid decides he does NOT want a miniature dinosaur to train as a pet? No kid. Ever. In the history of kids.
I mean at least TRY. As an adult you're like "Oh, yea. That could be dangerous to have tiny dinosaurs" but as a kid you're like "HELL YES, TINY DINOSAURS!". But I digress.
I have enough Star Trek guys to build my own damn Federation. I have dozens of Star Wars characters. I have an Indiana Jones I found that's older than I am. I have Disney princesses. I have tiny animals. I have Mickey Mouse. And I am (so I'm told) an adult! Omri was just a kid with a cheap older brother who thinks a cupboard he found outside is a good birthday present. You'd think he'd want this more than I do.
If you give me a cupboard with a magic key that will bring my toys to life I am SO gonna have a tiny army of Spocks and Picards and a Mickey Mouse. And then (after I take away their guns) I'll have Han Solos and Stormtroopers and Iron Man. I mean, if I can make them back in to toys whenever they get out of hand, why not? However, my MicroMachine guys would probably escape too easily (can't have a little swarm of Jawas stealing my stuff) so I wouldn't bring those to life. But my Mego Spock? Alive. Jack Sparrow? Alive. That tiny Dracula? Undead. (See what I did there? Ha! But no for real, he might be dangerous.)
Maybe I'll learn some valuable lesson about how I shouldn't mess with powers beyond my understanding.
Or maybe I'll buy a Dumbledore action figure and get him to explain it to me.
Yup. That's what I'd do. |
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