Somewhere, sometime, somehow, a stern father sent a naughty boy to his room to play with his toys. The naughty, petulant boy vented his rage upon the toys, which meant nothing to him. He twisted and tortured them, punished and played with them. Toyed with them. When he was done with one of them, he carelessly tossed it away. His father made sure there was a continuous flow of new toys to entertain him.
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