Is it possible for cold, hard videogame technology to be loveable and sweet? What do you think, Beemo?
I curse the powers that be every night that my Game Boy doesn't sprout legs, go to soccer practice, and make fart sounds with its mouth. Is a living handheld to much to ask for? Let's compromise: I'll settle for a plush Sega Genesis that plays the "Seeeeegaaaaa!" sound bite when you squeeze it.
Sonic fangirl Blue-Sonikku made that dream a reality and sent it to Sega of America. It was a very nice gesture, but now I'm mad because I don't have one. I hope you made enough for everybody, little miss!