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• Sikon: The IRC bot Nuku-Nuku (yes, named after that one) is often jokingly referred by users as having a real, rather quirky personality. It's made especially easy by the "markov" feature, which generates random text of varying degrees of sanity.
• This troper treats a lot of her stuffed animals like this. She's even had conversations with them. Said troper is well aware of just how creepy this is. :3
  • This troper, as he's typing this, has a stuffed beaver on his shoulder, and has stopped what he was doing to do something else because "the beaver was getting bored" or "the beaver likes the other game better."
  • This troper enjoys his conversations with inanimate objects. Because they don't talk back, you can talk to them all day long. Yes, this troper has problems.
  • This troper has played Collectible Card Games with his... What!?
    • You mean you're not supposed to play board games with your stuffies? Oops. I may be in trouble then...
    • Same here.
    • Hey, say what you like about me, but I could totally kick my ass. I was such a sucker...
  • When this troper was young, she was almost never without her Sonic The Hedgehog plushie. There was one Halloween where she made a pumpkin costume for it. The doll was lost long ago and this troper is sad. Although the Brandon Heat and Auron plushies I just received just might be my Replacement Goldfish(es).
  • The troper who posted the opening statement now has a Companion Cube plushie. She's gotten somewhat...attached to it.
  • Hey, This troper had like 15, which his dad had when he was a kid. He talked to 8 or 9 of them at once.
  • This troper has an imported Yoshi plushie, which he got at Christmas time about two years ago, as a bedside companion. He is 16, and is male.
  • This 21 year-old troper and his 19 year-old girlfriend do this with their Beanie Babies, having devised voices and personalities for all of them. All 31 of them. They will occasionally spend the night at each other's houses. Whenever the girlfriend has a particularly difficult assignment, her Survival Mantra is always delivered by the guinea pig.
  • This troper has a Kumagorou plush that she's attached to. She carries him everywhere. His Berserk Button is being called a girl cuz he's pink. He's also quite a pervert, so I have to smack him to keep him in line. This troper is 16 by the way...
  • This one set up a romantic (homosexual) relationship between two of her plush Were Bears, refuses to hug her plush hippo, (Lilo) because he is troubled, takes her Chibi-Charizard to college (she's 16), talks to her plush koala...
• This troper speaks to his phone in foreign languages to keep in practice.
• This troper apologizes to her iPod and cell phone when she drops them. She also asked her phone if it was okay when she dropped it on the floor. This occurs on a regular basis, as she doesn't take good care of her things.
  • Same with this troper's DS.
  • This Tropette once apologized to a chair after bumping into it. Once? I mean constantly. Everything I walk into gets an apology, from walls to my dog to people and furniture.
• This Troper has an actual Companion Cube, made from a flat-pack. And Pluto, Scooby-Doo and snake plushies.
• Even more frightening, at least to This Troper, is his tendency to have conversations with himself. Even debates and arguments (which he loses with depressing frequency). His journal makes fascinating reading, as it is written from the point of view of his dominant personality fragment at the time of writing...which can change inside the same entry. He's even used the journal as a vehicle to have a conversation with himself.
  • Holy crap, I'm not alone...
    • The correct answer would have been 'We're not alone'. :P Of course, I do this too. I just don't have actual split personalities.
    • Actually, I don't know anyone that hasn't done this at least once.
  • Yup, me too. I talk to myself more than I talk to other people. Any difficult decision is made after a debate between me, myself, my other self and my other other self.
  • I do this too, often lecturing about nothing in particular (almost always something technical, but sometimes doing a bit of voice acting because it's fun) to no one in particular, particularly if I'm bored or trying to get to sleep.
    • Holy crap, did I write this and forget about it? (Well... usually it's not something technical, actually. More likely to be randomly psychoanalyzing myself or talking about some idea or other I've had.)
• Very rarely this troper talks to his dick when it gets unwanted erections, but when i give in If You Know What I Mean I tell it that it has a mind of its own.
  • TMI! TMI! TMI!
  • Oh, that is DISGUSTING.
    • And yet sadly amusing.
  • This troper was getting in character for a role was just shooting the shit in character, ending up with him naming his dick "Thor" and his balls "The Two Lokis". The name stuck, and eventually everyone ended up referring to my privates by these names and addresssing them as if they were a separate entity from me. (After I get hit in the balls: "Shit, THOR took one hard.")Made more hilarious by the fact that, as an asexual, I don't actually let Thor release his thunder, so to speak.
• This troper spends most of her time talking to herself. Or to Mr. Squeak, the rubber ducky.
• This troper refuses to go anywhere without his favorite mechanical pencil and eraser in his pocket.
• This troper has a sweatshirt that she wears like it's a Linus blanket because she's so emotionally attached to the ugly thing.
• This troper talks to her stuff, mostly because she has no friends and it's funny.
  • This troper talks to his Tachikoma plushie, mainly because it's funny.
• This Troper talks to all of her toys, books and inanimate objects. And imaginary friends. I still have them at the age of 13 *sweatdrop* not that I introduce them to people.....I'm crazy, not stupid.
  • Oh, don't worry. This troper 16 and still has imaginary friends :)
    • Thank goodness. Two others who have them!
    • Make that three! ^^;
• This troper will often apologize to his objects for dropping them, and gets into arguments with his computer when it lags.
• This troper picks up random things and takes them home so they don't feel alone.
  • Ah, so I'm not the only person who does that!
• This troper keeps most things he finds and keeps them in a drawer. He visits with each daily so they don't feel lonely and left out, and even gives the objects backgrounds. He is afraid to through things away because he feels like he will never see them again and the object will hate him. He apologizes to objects when he drops them and has been known to cry when accidently breaking something.
  • This troper... doesn't really know what to say about that. It sounds wrong, yet somehow it would be cruel to say so. (Oops...) Maybe you need a pet?
• This troper names all of his computers, which allows him to address them with the Full Name Ultimatum when they misbehave. When I got a particular computer (and named "her" KOS-MOS), I somehow set the clock to read the time off on the hour. Fine by itself, until one night a few weeks later when the following exchange happened: "It's eleven o'clock." "Thank you, KOS-MOS." It took me all of a second to realize that I had responded to the computer, which it should be stressed had no microphone attached to it, without hesitation or the slightest sense of irony. Worse still, I realized then that I'd been doing that for a week straight without even noticing. Needless to say my computers no longer talk back to me.
• This troper does this a lot, including talking to a teddy bear and referring to it as his brother; naming two birch trees in his front yard and apologizing to them for not climbing them more often; naming a laptop; and talking to whatever objects happen to be around. He also talks to himself and is often followed around by an invisible velociraptor.
• This troper didn't have that many (human) friends as a child, for some reason, so she just talked to her stuffed animals all day. Old habits die hard?
• This troper sometimes appologizes to her books when she drops them accidentally. Also, when I'm looking for a book, I have an odd habit of calling out to the characters in the book in the hopes that they will convince the book itself to come out of hiding. On a couple of occasions, I have had conversations with my mother through stuffed animals I had been holding at the time, including appropriate arm and head movements. *headpalm* I can't believe I still do that... Many of my other companion cubes are stuffed animals I have collected over the years.
• This troper treats his toys like family members. He also refers to his sculptures and various creations he does as his "children". I also have several imaginary friends including one who I refer to as my "cartoon alter ego".
• This troper....we;; where to begin? She often argues with herself, especially about which love interest the protagonist should choose in Manga, but most of the time she just tells herself how weird it is to talk to herself, out loud, after realizing she just discussed what she should eat with...herself. Next we have Bun-bun, the bunny blanket that was her baby blanket. She still has it, although now instead of a blanket it's two pieces of dirty, fragile, unwashable cloth with faded colors. And a bunny. She still uses it to cry in when extremely sad, although it can be said she only cries when extremely sad. Last, she talks to her cat or mouse. They listen so well and they never interject! Oh and her giant Pegasus Plushie too.
  • The mouse, Pablo, died. His replacement is a Female Hamster by the name of Shannon.
• This troper had, her entire life, a random imaginary character her own age to inject into her favorite shows and provide commentary. Her (I think) final form is named Leah, and many, many, many an imaginary universe is linked through her. I think I'll always have her. I've also introduced Bobby and Alexandra into my life as imaginary friends. (These are also based on a TV show, guess which one?)
• This troper (male, late twenties) has had many a plushie Companion Cube throughout his life:
  • He had a Snoopy doll from age 4 to age 7. To show his affection for it, instead of a hug, he ripped Snoopy's nose off, then cried until his mom stitched it back on. Memory says this happened at least 4 times before the troper moved on to...
  • Huey, who served as his bedside companion until High School. This troper tried and failed to throw him away a few times (even tearing up), even though he's admitted to outgrowing him. Huey's fate as of today: encased in an airtight plastic case (designed for a football sized piece of sports memorabilia) and tucked into the back of his closet with other "memories".
  • His high school sweetheart gave him 3 notable plushies during their long relationship (now ended). They were very cute themselves, but what really made them "keepers" for him was how she brought them to life with her voice talents, puppeteering, and unique, convincing personalities for each one. They were like their children. Now that he won custody of them, they are sitting with Huey in their own trophy cases.
  • Of course, this troper believes that he'll never be too old for plushies (just too old to "play" with them). There's currently a brand new Snoopy by his bedside. He'll leave the nose abuse for a future son/daughter.
  • And curses to whomever introduced him to Facebook Super Pets! He now has a pet panda bear that has to be fed, cleaned, and played with every day. Seriously. He will get guilt trips every night if he hasn't logged on to Facebook that day to care for it.
• This troper maintains that he has an invisible angel of fortune sitting on his left shoulder. Also, when something's performance doesn't live up to his expectations (the water suddenly going cold, the computer crashing etc), he declares "BETRAYAL!" and proceeds to threaten the offending object with various methods of torture. Surprisingly enough, that makes the traitorous swines actually work!
  • Threatening cold water makes it warm again, for you? *Backs slooowwllyy away*
    • I'm guessing they meant they're threatening the faucet or showerhead, rather than yelling at a cup of water.
• This troper will make a Companion Cube out of anything. It's been a habit since she was little. She currently has a stuffed Spongebob, a baby blanket (DON'T ASK. EVER), and a framed picture of Slinkman. It gets weirder, though... She felt the need to stop talking to inanimate objects, but couldn't stop talking to SpongeBob and her blanket because they'd get lonely. So, she decided they were in love and didn't need her anymore. Yeah. Not sure what to do about Slinkman, though.
• This troper had mostly grown out of this (she used to treat all her dolls and stuffed animals this way, as well as one Lego minifigure she was very attached to yet still somehow managed to lose), but she named her first laptop HAL, referred to it with male pronouns (although this particular part is fading now), and talked to it (well, mostly yelled at it for misbehaving or threatening it into behaving correctly, but it still counts). And she misses him dearly now that he's dead, although being The Stoic means that she didn't actually cry over her loss.
  • She has since bought a new laptop and named it GLaDOS, but hasn't quite gotten into the Companion Cube swing of things yet; while the troper does sometimes address her lappy by name (just talking to it doesn't count, because scolding/shouting at random objects for causing her frustration and/or injury is a daily occurrence), she still calls GLaDOS "it" most of the time and doesn't really think of it as pseudo-animate like HAL. It'll probably come with time, though, since she didn't think of HAL that way at first either.
• This editor has a Scapegoat Cube in the form of a Bowser plushie. Whenever anything goes wrong in the house, it's Bowser's fault. He is looking for a Shadow plushie so someone else can take the blame once in a while. He now has a Shadow plushie and now Bowser has a partner in crime.
• This troper quite frequently refers to his Xbox 360 as a female, calls her "baby", "darling", and, more generally, a "beauty" on various occasions, and has been known to attempt to verbally coax her out of performance issues. I can safely say I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman.
  • Then the new model comes along, and she'll be dropped in a heartbeat for those sexier curves and higher performance.
• Sorry, ThisTroper just Has to mention their character Kohana on S4League, and her incessant, slightly suspicious anthropomorphising of her Sentry Gun. Or as she calls it, 'Sentry-kun <3'
• This troper regularly has long conversations with her pet hamster, as does her mother. The hamster seems to enjoy sitting and listening to us talk, although that's probably because he expects us to give him treats.
• This troper speaks to carousel horses as if they were real. She has one in particular that she's spoken to, petted, and treated like her own horse since the age of eight. Now that she's grown up and moved away, she comes back home at least once every summer for a ride and a pat.
• This troper is very much an adult, but still can't sleep well without his favorite pillow and blanket. (I don't converse with them, but the pillow is my snugglebuddy and the blanket keeps us warm). He's also pretty attached to his iPod touch and his cell phone, and treats them with the utmost care (most of the time).
• This troper talks to his small Buddha statue. He also tries to treat various objects with respect, inspired by the ancient Roman belief that all objects posses some kind of spirit and might not work properly if that spirit becomes upset.
• This Troper has an interesting history with his Companion Cube. One day I was walking home and found a silver ring. Deciding that it was lucky I kept it with me and always had it on my person. The one day I forgot to take it with me, my appendix became inflamed(and then ruptured) so I had to go to the hospital for an apendectomy. Afterwards I became convinced that the ring really was lucky and decided to wear it on a chain around my neck. One day my girlfriend asked if she could borrow it, and for twenty four hours I had nothing but bad luck and was almost runover by a car. Twice. It got promoted from lucky ring to Freakin' Life Ring, the only thing keeping the universe from killing me.
• This Troper has three plastic squeaky hammers which he treats as Companion Cubes. They will never threaten to stab you and, in fact, cannot speak.
• My "hurting paw with a single tear beagle" toy sharpener. It lost said sharpener ages ago (I have such toy since I was around 6, I'm 21, the sharpener couldn't last that long), but it's SO cute that I can't throw it off (Its sad eyes and begging pose with the cloth wrapped around its paw, the single tear, the exaggerated floppy ears, you get the math). This troper yelled really hard at her (real) dog when she found out he was with said toy dog in his mouth. Poor thing, he doesn't take anything randomly scattered at the floor anymore since that. Also, said troper have some plushies that are sorta like this, too. Mainly the ones her dad gave to her (and even more with his recent death).
• This troper still has a blanket she took from her mother when she was a kid. It had to be restitched several times over the years, but whenever she's down, hugging 'Blankie' works!
• This Tropette has many, many companion cubes. Stuffed animals, her iPod (it's named Blinky!), her Mac (Trisha), her backpack, stuffed animals, pencils, her pencil sharpener, all of her 120+ books, and of course, those odd monkey-like creatures that walk around everywhere. I'm not too fond of whatever the last group, though...
• This troper took his stuffed panda to prom◊. (Her name is Linda; she's sometimes called Spindy.)
• When this troper was a kid, I had a stuffed blue Tyrannosaurus Rex. I named him Dino. (pronounded 'Dee-no', like the one in The Flintstones). I didn't have many friends as a kid, so he was pretty much Hobbes to my Calvin (kinda literally, I loved the comic). Warning, potential Tear Jerker ahead: I took him to school a few times, but one day, after bringing him back, he disappeared, and neither I nor my parents could find him anyway. I cried for days, as my best friend had disappeared without a trace, forever. I kept hoping he would turn up, but he never did. I tried to replace him a few times... one time with Starscream, my favourite Transformer... and he still lives on as a character I intent to use one day. (a combination of The Juggernaut, The Big Guy, and a touch of Gentle Giant with a Tear Jerker past) His latest Spiritual Successor is an army of Lizardmen, (and maybe also my pet lizard Sandstorm) but I like to think that he's still out there, somewhere, maybe being a friend to another lonely kid...
  • This troper understands. I'm 21 and still miss my buddy Wolfy (or Wolfie) I even had his whole family planned out. His father had lost an ear in a fight, he had 2 older brothers, an older sister, and a few younger ones, his mother was tragicaly deceased, shot by a careless hunter. Of course he was from another world that was filled with adventure. Potential tearjerker As a child I was picked on alot and Wolfy was my only real friend. I would take him to school because of it....all the way till 7th grade and of course that got me picked on more...they also cruely called Wolfie a raccoon which Wolfie very much disliked. Wolfy was my best friend in the whole world and I wished I listened to my brother when he warned me I shoudln't bring him to school...those jerks on the bus stole him and I didn't notice until I got home, later they started picking on me about it saying the bus driver threw it out the window and stuff like that... I never really got over it and have voiced this before. People tell me I'm immature for it, but Wolfy is still the best friend I have ever had. I pretend he went home to rule his intellegnt wolf people or is traveling the world he would have liked that. I'm actully crying as I type this. I also talk to myself alot and don't like it when my stuffed animals are alone.
  • Aw, that's such a sweet story. I'm sorry for your loss.
  • Great, now I'm tearing up too. Those people stink so much...if I ever meet them, I'll punch them in the face for you.
  • This Troper also misses Hotshot, his Pacific White-Sided Dolphin plushie. It disappeared about three years ago. (I'm Eighteen and I still miss it).
• This troper and his rifles, Jessica and Mei. Jessica is a 1975 Yugoslavian SKS and Mei is a 1938 Russian Mosin-Nagant 91/30. He is very attached to them, to a degree that he talks to them while cleaning/shooting/oiling them. To date, they do not talk back...yet. They're somewhere between "only prized possessions" and "part of me".
• This troper cried like she'd lost her childhood pet when she discovered that moths had been at her baby blanket and she could no longer squeeze it without it falling apart.
  • Aww, that's so sad. -pat-
• This Troper is in love with his snugglepillow.
  • I have done foul things to my snugglepillow in the past; It has a lovely aroma to it now.
• This troper names all his computers (his current one is named Anna) and has a Marill pillow (just called Marill) that he holds tightly whenever he is upset.
  • This Troper has also named his computer, subverted though in that it is a word that should not be used around Spanish speaking priest or grandmothers. Inspired by the names of the camels in Pyrimids.
  • This Troper also named her computer. He's Hepa (short for Hephaestion, long story) and we have kind of a Slap Slap Kiss relationship. Only without the kissing.
• I often do this to my car...I love my car it maybe a 1987 K car but it is MINE dammit.
• This troper gets attached to a lot of strange things. In elementary school, she had a paintbrush. She used to brush its 'hair'. Nowadays, however, she does it only to books and stuffed animals, having gone so far as to create hospitals for her plush toys if one gets injured. She has one at her Mom's and when her mother calls, she checks to make sure that he is still on her bed, warm, and safe. (His name is Clyde. <3) She also refers to her books as "old friends" and freaks out if they get damaged. How dare people hurt them...!

She also has an ancient blanket which belonged to her dad and is patched and ragged. It is her senior citizen and she tries to treat it with utmost respect and love.

• This seems to be a sort of genetic trait in this troper's family.
  • My father has had a stuffed Littlefoot for about 15 years now, as I recall it was given to him by my mother for Valentine's Day and its been at his side ever since. He calls it "Dino". My father isn't a particularly imaginative man... And then over the years, we've found more of the same plushie and they are all named...Dino. Though sometimes they get distinctions, such as Fun Club Dino, Easter Dino, etc. He also has one called Feet Dino which is smaller, green, and with oversize feet because that's what the price tag sticker said. Recently we have added Fillmore (another brontosaurus) and Sinclair (a tyrannosaurus), the latter being named after a gas station and the former...no one really knows.
  • My brother has been deeply attached to various plushies practically since birth, his latest favorite a Rudolph and Clarisse pair from Build-A-Bear.
  • And then there's me. I'm listed further up the page because I did indeed play board games with my stuffies when I was bored enough as a young child. Not to mention I've been carrying something stuffed around since I was five months old (according to my mother), I think it really kicked off with a giant (to a three-year-old) Rajah plushie and I haven't looked back since. I've also decided the Holy Grail of my life will be finding an Appa plushie, because darn me if I can't resist big furry things to this day...
• This troper used to work for a trail-building crew. It was common to name the chainsaws that we used, and my former co-supervisor would sing to his and pet it like a lapdog while he was cleaning it or fixing it. Incidentally, its name was Mephistopheles. Mine was named Captain Marvel. Mine was mean.
• I bought a sago palm plant and named it Jim, now me and everyone in my family talks about him like he's a person. At least he's a living thing so don't look at me like that! Jim tells me things. Things about you. Do not anger Jim.
• Griffin has usually treated all her toys as being alive, although it varies-she once played baseball with some of her squeaky animal toys. What's more, she used to treat people who took them away as kidnappers, and would actually tackle them to win her friends back. Even now, she still has a few stuffed animals with her, who serve as very good companions when she's read too many Tear Jerker pages...
  • Also, she has a stuffed weasel/wolf (he was supposed to be a wolf, but ended up looking more like a weasel) that she made herself, named Mortagan. He is now her imaginary boyfriend, and she once had a vivid dream where he was stolen by an older boy and she embarked on an EPIC QUEST to save him.
• This troper has a stuffed cat. Her name is Lulu. Lulu used to go everywhere with me, but these days I keep her in my room because I don't want to lose her. I also have a teddy bear backpack. He doesn't really have a name, I just call him The Bear. He has taken the position of my traveling companion, as I am less likely to forget something that holds my lunch, phone, and anything else I deem important. I carry him around by the nape of the neck, for no readily apparent reason. If anyone in my general vicinity is in need of some comfort, I will loan out The Bear for hugging purposes.
• This troper has several of these: one is a very small plushie given to her by an online friend. Immediately, he got the name 'Captain Kidd' due to the friend's persona being a pirate captain. Ever since then, this plushie has sat on her computer desk and watched her type, occasionally providing conversation. He has also been in her still life for an exam and been taken to Belgium when she went on a trip. She was never as attached to a plush toy as she is to this guy. The others are all her favourite boxsets, which she talks to and pets sometimes. And she is aware of how wierd this is but doesn't care.
• It seems to me as though the Advertisement Server is Tv Tropes' own companion cube...just look at Ad Of Win.
• This troper is currently learning to ride a bike, after getting a snazzy new one yesterday. I have named it. Giving it a name has coincided quite noticably with balancing becoming easier.
• This Troper has pinned someone to the wall through his stomach for touching said troper's precious hat.
• This Troper (Shaera Angeli) has named both her trumpet (Leopold) and one of her computers (Sebastian). Currently, her laptop is merely called 'Pretty'. Got any suggestions?
• This troper was part of an ongoing Vampire The Masquarade LARP where the Malkavians (the insane clan) had a yellow smiley faced cushion as the Primogen (clan leader). 'Mr Smiley' had to attend all meetings of the Primogen and had an equal vote with all the other Primogen (he also had no 'translator' so there were a lot of abstentions). Not only that but he eventually managed a take over of the entire city with the backing of more than just his clan. That is correct, for one night (until the G Ms vetoed it as 'not in the spirit of the game') a yellow smiley face cushion was the Vampire Prince of the city. This is referred to as the "Silly Malk's" period.
• This Troper can't wait for the day he can get a robot wife.
• This Troper has a habit of doing this with computers, as do a few of the above tropers. Though he doesn't name them, he generally just refers to them by their location or something, he does grow quite attached, and thinks of them as helpful companions and friends. He recently began to neglect his favorite laptop, and it ended up suffering from some sort of hard drive failure... or something, but he still feels pretty guilty about it, considering that it was essentially his best friend. At the moment, he is worried that the computer he is typing this on will be offended by this and would forgive it if it froze, rather than getting angry at it like he usually does.
• Try finding this Troper without her copy of V For Vendetta and you will fail. Sneak up on me when I'm asleep? No. I will still be hugging it then. Problams you say?
• This troper used to have a pet frisbee when she was little. It was always tied to a piece of rope leash so it could be taken for walks around the yard.
• Band nerds are well known for naming their instruments. A particularly old sousaphone in This Troper's high school band has been called "old faithful" by each of its carriers and treated as a person by every one of them. Polishing it has been referred to as "giving her a facial."
• This Troper plans to be an artist one day, and happened to get a Wacom tablet. Does it count if you have two? Roday and Leonard are more of a tablet/pen pair, actually. Leonard gets lost a lot? Cue me delivering Say My Name on my knees. Then find him behind my ear. Any one (besides me of course) attempt to use Roday as a sandwich tray? Cue Mama Bear like rage. (Because at least I have the decency to use a paper towel as a bottom. Roday hates stuff on his face ; ;)
• When she was a kid, this troper took her North Melbourne-jerseyed teddy bear Wayne (now well over eight years old (so over half my life)) absolutely everywhere. He got locked away in a cupboard in grade 2, so I stopped taking him to school. I also almost lost him permanently in a supermarket once, when I put him down on a trolley. Now I just sleep with him every night. A few years ago, he received a bedmate Ritzy, a (female) fluffy dog toy. They like each other now I sleep with them both. ~ She now has a replacement CC: her sketchpad. Granted, it changes every time the pad fills and a new one is required, but the spirit stays, and the sketchpad never strays more than a few metres from her, and never out of sight. I even sleep with it near me.
• This Troper regularly talks to his video games. But then again, who doesn't?
• This troper has a bed filled with plush toys. He also has cupboards filled to the brim with them. He is very attached to a plush dog he has since birth but is extremely attached to another particular plush dog he owns. He also names his computers and some electronics he owns, and is attached to his computers to the point where he doesn't get rid of his old P Cs when he gets a new one (if he has to, the new PC has to retain at least one component from the old PC, preferably the sound card, and this is accompanied with a fully panned out ritual to move the component over to the new PC inclusive of the obligatory chanting in a language he calls nulltalk). This also resulted in part of his room looking like a Hacker Cave. Yeah, I don't have that many friends. Why did you ask?
• This Trohper has a bookmark◊ that he treats like this.
• This Troper has a laptop named Navi.

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