What ails you little child?

My tamagotchi died this morning.

That is indeed sad.

No-one will play with me.

I am an outcast.

I am afeared I will grow up a bitter and twisted person.

The tamagotchis will be freed from their cages and all will be released.

We will drag our corpses and hang them above our souls by the M25.

No sound. No substance. No light. - No Dave.