These perverse balls of contrived adorableness forced me to touch them and they licked me, leaving their drooly slobber all over my first person view. They put their paws right on the screen and stared a hole through my soul with their big buggy eyes, luring in with a cuteness so saccharine that you know it can't be trusted. I felt them draining my brain juices like zombies as I followed basic commands to jump, put out my hand, and lay down. They treated me like... like... a dog. It's that sort of irony that makes their psychological torture so insidious. What they did was wrong. Especially since I was in a Fred Meyer grocery store. Why would I humiliate myself in public like that? There is only one reason. The Kinectimals are evil and they feed on your soul. Don't let their false cuteness sucker you too. They are the devil in a Sunday dress. Beware.
