Arthur walked along in the tall waving grass, pondering his life. Whilst doing this, however, he wasn't looking where his feet landed. A rattling sound emitted from what Arthur had just stubbed his toe on. He picks the small thing up. Well, he thinks, this must be from one of Merlins time travel experiments or something. He continues to walk towards the forest, where Merlin said he'd meet him.
Hi Arthur. says Merlin.
Hi Merlin. greets Arthur. I have found something on the way here that might interest you.
Oh? What would that be?
This. Arthur pulls out the strange object.
Oh. No. No. No. Put it back. Oh my gods, put it back!
Wh- why? Asks a now befuddled Arthur. I think it looks pretty neat.
That ,says Arthur, is a demon, from the darkest pits of the sixth ring.
Oh, please, this thing? It doesn't even look alive.
It is soaked in dark magic, Arthur. It is well known for its nefarious deeds in future times. It's name...
Yes?
It is called... a.. Furby.