So if I were to be like, I wish for my first doll and shit I'd--

[Hello there little plush doll! It looks like it was put together by someone who barely knew what they were doing, and it was meant to be either a lion or a tiger, as seen through a little kid's imagination. It also looks worn and so very well loved. He made it when he was like five, okay? Judging would make him sad. He yelps in surprise and then hugs the doll to his chest. And then he blushes so very, very hard in embarrassment.]

Uh. I guess it does. Whoa. But there isn't a catch or nothin' is there?