So back in the day when i was 7 or 8, my parents decided to give me this lovely little coin collecting bank whose name is Robie:
[img]http://www.robietherobot.com/art/RobieBank.jpg[/img]
This is how Robie is supposed to work with fresh batteries:
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5ILG4MfNyM[/media]
I used it a lot when i was younger but then one day the batteries died and i didn't feel like/never got around to changing them. Over time, my room got a bit messy and Robie was lost in the unknown depths of my closet.
Just recently i started cleaning my room and i found Robie, at the bottom of my closet with that stupid fucking grin on his face. I pushed down his hand but nothing happened as you would assume. So i took Robie and jammed him in the bottom of my dresser, hoping not to hear from him until i take him out and replace the batteries that have the expiration date of March 2009.
So this morning, a weird clicking sound is coming from the other side of my room. Still in a daze from my dreams, i'm not completely with it and i'm just whispering to myself "the fuck is that noise..." I get up from my bed and go listen to see if i can find out where it's coming from.
The noise is coming from the bottom of my dresser. So naturally i go to open it to find out what it is.
I pull the bottom drawer out, and there's Robie, staring into my soul with his deep green gaze and chomping away at nothing. Having had enough of his evil stare, i picked him up and tossed him across the room.
He's still sitting in the corner upside down and i don't want to go touch him again for fear of my soul.
So, that's how i started my day. Is this normal or am i in paranormal activity 3? ( i went downstairs and the ouiji board was on fire...)
I wish I had a robot that badass :smith:
Your house is haunted. I suggest you cry.
Burn your house down just too be safe
[QUOTE=spog;25464594]Burn your house down just too be safe[/QUOTE]
Was thinking this, but my dad would never have it. he's a firefighter.
I stopped myself from posting "suicide, it is the only way out"
[QUOTE=Saza;25466565]I stopped myself from posting "suicide, it is the only way out"[/QUOTE]
Homicide, it's the only way out.
I had this toy
[img]http://www.robotoys.com/TonkaChomper.gif[/img]
After taking the batterys out (because I wasnt playing with him at all) we put him in the closet.
after 2 years of being stuck in the linen closet he decided to start talking again.
We heard him and found him in the closet, and checked if he had batterys.
I shit you not he was talking the whole time I was unscrewing his bottom plate, just to see it was empty.
Next day we gave it to the kids of a friend of my mom.
They called us the day after and told us they gave it to good will because it wouldnt stop even with the batterys out.
Now, I kinda wish we didn't give it away, so I could figure out what did it.
[QUOTE=PyromanDan;25467019]I had this toy
[img_thumb]http://www.robotoys.com/TonkaChomper.gif[/img_thumb]
After taking the batterys out (because I wasnt playing with him at all) we put him in the closet.
after 2 years of being stuck in the linen closet he decided to start talking again.
We heard him and found him in the closet, and checked if he had batterys.
I shit you not he was talking the whole time I was unscrewing his bottom plate, just to see it was empty.
Next day we gave it to the kids of a friend of my mom.
They called us the day after and told us they gave it to good will because it wouldnt stop even with the batterys out.
Now, I kinda wish we didn't give it away, so I could figure out what did it.[/QUOTE]
Devil toys. fuck.
Open him upp.
Explore The DEEP HELL!
He just wants your attention and love again. Replace his batteries, clean him up, and put him somewhere nice.
You're being robbed.
[QUOTE=AlphaNoob4;25467476]He just wants your attention and love again. Replace his batteries, clean him up, and put him somewhere nice.[/QUOTE]
I never thought of it this way. shit. now i feel like an ass
[QUOTE=Saza;25466565]I stopped myself from posting "suicide, it is the only way out"[/QUOTE]
no you didn't.
My sister had one of those things.
Somewhere else around the world called it "Tomy". In America, they called it Robie.
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