Yes, I’m a toy. So what? I’m the best toy. The Child says so. And that is all that matters.
The Child has good taste.
What other toy can do what I do? What other toy could slay the Cyber-Boogeyman? That old plastic Sword under the bed? He was good for the younger nightmares, but I’m much better for new threats.
I may be plastic too, yes, but I make my own sounds. I shake with light and energy. My green blade slices through anything in existence or imagination. I am the ultimate weapon.
Nothing can stop me. No toy. No nightmare.
Yes, my batteries are running out. That’s all right. I’m sure the Child will replace them and all will be well.
Yes, I’m sure he will.
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