Woman: for calling (beeped out) this may I help you? Milton: Oh god you answered; let me to the toy department! OK please hold. Milton: Yes got an emergency! Deborah: is Deborah, can I help you? Milton: Oh god you've answered! Is this the toy Yes it is. Milton: I an emergency! I'm calling about Furby! I'm sorry, I don't have any. Milton: No! I'm not calling because I need the I'm calling because I have a Furby that's all kinds of violent words at me!
Yes ma'am. I'm a sir!!! Deborah: sir. My name is Milton; I bought little Furby for my 14 year old boy Chauncey, 493 pounds, and I promised that I would get him a Furby if he 25 pounds. He's from 520 you know! Yes ma...yes sir.
Milton: Listen to Furby! I'm gonna put the phone to the Furby right now! It's making all of demonic noises and its all kinds of cursing and gestures at me! Furby: Listen you little brat, I'LL KILL YOU! He-he-he! Did you hear that? Yes, yes sir. Milton: It said it was kill me! Did you hearoh hold on it's talking again! Oh-h, eat me! Milton: Now using profanity! Did you hear that! Yes sir. Milton: Where is this from; I think we're looking at a lawsuit here! Deborah: are you calling from? Milton: I'm my house right now. Furby: I'm going to kill your with an ax! Milton: DID YOU JUST THAT!? Deborah: Yes sir, can you on a minute please? Milton: It said it was going to kill my with an ax! What kind of crap are you selling over there! Deborah: are you from sir? Milton: Oh! It's again! Furby: the hell up jackass! Milton: TO THAT! How can Furby: I crack! Oh-h-h! Milton: It just said it crack! Sir, can I let you talk to my manager please. Milton: Little Furby here is promoting use! Yes, put your manager on the phone because I'm calling a lawyer next! Deborah: OK, on please. Yes! Manager: how may I help you please? Yes is this the manager? Manager: Yes it is; how can I you. Milton: Is this a decision manager or a patsy for the higher-ups! Manager: Sir, how can I you, I'll try my best. Milton: I have a defective Furby that I purchased from you guys, it's spitting out all kinds of vulgar and demonic phrases, and I'm about to call a lawyer to sue ass off! Manager: did you say the Furby was doing, and where did you buy it? Milton: I it from your store here... Furby: (making noises) Milton: Now its making the noises! Hang on. Hang on; let me...let me it a little bit to see if I can get it to talk. You're a little whore. He-he-he! Milton: did you that! Manager: Sir, are you sure that's a doll? Yes I am it just called me a whore did you hear that!!! Manager: um... Hold, listen... Furby: You like a camel's ass! Oh-h-h. Milton: Now its' me a camels ass!!! Uh-OK-uh Milton: What are you selling there! Well, as far as I know we sell uh, good s... Milton: I'm gonna to turn into Fludgecow mart when I get through with you! This thing is starting to the hell out of me!! DIE! DIE! DIE! He-he-he. Milton: It just me to die, die, die! Manager: did you say you...
Furby: I will spit into your eye and blind you!! He-he! Oh my god! Milton: Now threatening to spit acid into my eyes and blind me! I heard! Milton: I thinkshould I call the Manager: II don't know to do! Milton: DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! YOU'RE A MANAGER! I THINK IM GOING TO CALL THE BOMB DISPOSAL UNIT, AND HAVE TAKE THIS DAMN THING AWAY!!! Furby: Oh-h... I'm to give you diarrhea! Milton: Now it's threatening me with sexually transmitted diseases! Manager: I've never heard a Furby doll say any of things! Milton: Oh right! the hell is goingis this some kind of joke! No! I Milton: If this is your idea of a joke, I'm going to sue ass off personally too!! You're going to be in a street pushing a shopping cart in about 3 weeks! Manager: Sir I that... Furby: I have a gun! I'm to shoot you now! He-he-he-he-he-he-he! Milton: Now it's to shoot me with a gun! Manager: Sir, I hear things, but I just... Milton: ITS' GOT A GUN! GOT A GUN! (Gun sounds, Milton screaming and laughing) Manager: Oh my god! Ioh (dial tone)