With friends like these, etc.
Henry's constructing a Bionicle in the backseat. "I built you a guy," he announces.
I look behind me. It appears to be some sort of three-pronged weapon. "Where's his head?" I ask.
"He doesn't have one," he explains. "He's an Electro-Stabber."
"Why don't you build something friendly?" Scott asks.
"Yes," I agree, "Can't you build something…non-stabby?"
Usually this response drives Henry insane, and he rails against our lack of understanding in such matters. Bionicles and the like were created as weapons of destruction, not diplomacy; when will we pacifist fools understand that?
But this time he pauses and says, "Okay."
A few minutes later he's done. "I built you an Electro-buddy," he says.
I look behind me again. "It looks exactly the same."
"It's a buddy!" he insists.
"Doesn't seem very huggable," I observe.
"Oh, you can hug him," Henry says. "Only if you do you'll get stabbed."










October 13, 2008
Reader Comments (48)
May I never meet a Bionicle.
My eldest used to draw extremely bloody battles during art class. We had to have STRICT rules: NO GUN pictures (or knives or swords or nuclear bombs)at school.
Hostile indigenous tribesman to three captured missionaries. "You have defiled our Gods! You must pay the consequences! You must choose! Death! Or Bomba!"
First missionary: "I fear death. I must choose Bomba."
Subsequent agonized screaming, stage left.
HIT returns. "You! You now choose! Death? Or Bomba!"
Second missionary: "I fear both, but I too choose Bomba."
Subsequent rending of flesh, gushing, and even louder screams, stage right.
HIT returns. "And now it is YOU! You must choose! Will it be Death? Or will it be Bomba?"
Third missionary: "I choose death."
HIT: "Death! Death is honorable! So you will get Death!"
Third missionary starts his prayers.
HIT: "But first! A little Bomba."
FYI, the tea party stabfest above is going to make for some extremely warped children. Serial killers who give you a makeover...taxmen who take you on a date first..or worse, FRATBOYS!