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[oyceter]

And now, I introduce everyone to some of my stuffed animals! (er, or stuffed plant, in one case)

Yes, I name them. Well, except the plant. I have lots of them too.

	Mervin the Frog I adore Mervin the Frog because he is flat and flourescent green and floppy. And froggy. I like frogs. Sometimes he has identity crises and thinks he's a flourescent green shark instead.
	The Beast of the Lamp Aka, the killer rabbit with teeth like arrrrrr! *makes futile, three-fingered gestures* The Beast is diligently trying to chew his way through the lamp, after which he will attack me, my roommate, or our bookshelves, all of which are equally horrifying options. He also scares unwitting guests. I'm not sure if he or Bun-Bun would win in a battle, although Bun-Bun does have the advantage of artillery.
	The Stanford Mascot Uh, yeah. The boy got me this when we were still dating. It is indeed a frightening tree. Also, it has no arms!! If it were a T-Rex, it would run and outpace itself and fall, flailing desperately with its non-existent arms until it fell and broke its neck! (hey! Someone told me that this actually happened to T-Rexes! *cue nonstop giggling from me*) Anyhow, I guess the tree would only break a few branches or something, but it'd still be funny!
	Mr. Snuggums Mr. Snuggums is my third teddy bear. The first was Jingle, who was unfortunately forgotten in a hotel in Hokkaido senior year of high school. I was very sad. Doubtless he is enjoying much fresh salmon right now. Mr. Brownster was my second bear, until the summer of freshman year of college. He was sadly lost in freak cleaning accident, when the maid at the place we were staying at in California may have bundled him away with the linens. My hope is that she saw him and thought he was cute and stole him for some kid who loves him desperately. It sounds much better than being endlessly lost in the washing machine. Mr. Snuggums is my third bear. He is still here, happily being squashed by me in bed and being dragged aboard airplanes. He is less well-travelled than my other bears, given that I have already suffered two stuffed bear casualties in hotels.
	Bob the Honest Armadillo Look! Isn't he just so honest looking? It's the eyebrows, I swear! Bob is from Texas, and he is quite possibly the politest, most honest and most earnest stuffie I have. He just looks like a Bob too! Bob's hobbies include being featured in infodumps, as you know, sitting on people's shoulders to watch TV, and having fun eyebrows.

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Hee! Yes, Bob is quite knowledgeable ^_^.

I love the Rabbit With Sharp Pointy Teeth! I saw him at Norwescon and absolutely had to have one!