It's been sitting up on a shelf in the closet with the rest of our games for a few months, just waiting to be played. Perhaps starting to feel hurt and neglected. Disappointed. Angry. Misused. Vengeful. Who knows what goes on in the mind of a plastic penguin after a few months in the closet with the vacuum and broom? All I know is that when I was reaching for something else in the closet, Petey the Penguin went over the edge. Literally. He and his plastic igloo fortress viciously attacked me, going straight for the eyes! My glasses were flung to the floor, and they left a gash on my eyebrow. Petey was missing in action for a while, but I found him smiling smuggly at me from another spot on the shelf later today.
Beware Petey, folks. That is all.
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