I'll be honest.

I ain't even mad.

Of course, I had no idea what in the world a Furby was, let alone the significance of a long Furby. I grew up in a small town and moved here to go to this school. There was no such thing as Furbies where I came from.

Next thing I know, I'm rooming with this girl who seems nice.

She is nice.

But then she just started bringing boxes and boxes and boxes of these creatures in. They were small, most of them, but she had a few long ones already made. When I asked her what they were, she gave me a dead look.

"You've never seen a Furby?!"

"No. Why? What is it? It looks kinda creepy..."

"Oh my gosh dude. I can't even. What kind of life were you living?! This creature is a god amongst other creatures. And this long Furby, I specialize in making them. They are a deity amongst deities."

I just nodded and smiled.

"Oh yeah. Right."

What else was I supposed to say?

I didn't really question it after that. But the short ones gradually turned into long ones. She began lining her bed with them. Then her desk. Then her floor, under her bed, and even on the window seal. Then she started stringing them up on the walls.

I wondered if she was going to turn all four boxes she had of the small ones into the long ones.

If I'm being completely honest, I started admiring her.

At first, it was innocent questioning. Then I started telling my other friends about it and they said that was way too weird. So I started worrying about my roommate's sanity.

Then, before I knew it, I was admiring her.

Her sewing skills were remarkable. I asked what she was majoring in and she gave me a flat reply of "Business. What else?" before she went back to stitching more Furbies together. I told her she was good at making those and she smiled.

"You want one? I sell them for $189.00."

Umm...

I'm sorry, but do people actually pay one hundred and eighty-nine dollars for a long Furby?

I did a quick search on my phone and, sure enough, that was the average price. Apparently, according to my roommate, $189.00 was for the average one to two feet of Furby. However, my roommate said she was famous on Etsy for selling long Furbies that spanned from four to eight feet and those went for around $250.00.

That was when concern started to build back up.

Not really for her, but more for her buyers.

It was clear she was already gone.

Her buyers though, they concerned me. Obviously, my roommate was good at sewing long Furbies. I would not be surprised if she ended up opening her own store thanks to her business degree. However, knowing that people actually bought them made me worry about humanity in general.

At least, that's the thought that went through my mind 79% of the time.

The other 21% of the time I actually thought I might buy one.

Then is started to really watch her as she made them.

This is the moment where my life truly changed.

I stopped hanging out with my friends. Stopped talking to them.

I began to get mesmerized by my roommate's long Furbies. Before I had even known it, I was asking her to teach me her ways. By the end of the spring semester, I had become a master at sewing long Furbies. I changed my degree to business and me and my roommate began to sell the long Furbies all across the campus.

By my final year at college, graduating with a bachelor's in business, my roommate and I had sold a long Furby to every student on campus. Students were walking across campus with them wrapped around their necks during the winter like scarfs.

We had become famous. We had also decided that we would open our own store. We would sell long Furbies to everyone.

Our goal?

To have long Furbies take over the world.

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