Brenda: Did I mention I saw Toy Story 3? In blu-ray! ...I cried a lot. In hi-def.
Laura: I cried a lot when I saw it, too. On the plus side, I learned that I am still capable of human emotion outside of sleep deprived delirium, though I'm not sure that's worth the new paranoia and guilt. I mean, I already had a lot of paranoia and guilt. Fuck you, Pixar!
Brenda: I also think it's horrible of Pixar to make you think your toys are resigned to their horrific deaths.
Laura: Yes, I felt horribly guilty after seeing it. That just made me cry more.
Brenda: Well, my toys all got cleaned and put on display in the basement "fun-time room." So at least they have somewhere awesome to hang out. And the She-ras got to see New York City last year. So my bases are covered in case they come to life at night. I don't fear robot apocalypse, I fear Barbie revolution.
Laura: Most of my toys are in boxes. Some day the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles might take their vengeance out on me.
Brenda: Tiny reptile justice! Our toys will kill us all when we aren't expecting it! They're plotting, waiting and watching.
Laura: See, the really sad thing about Toy Story 3 though, is that they're not.
Brenda: Well, first they turn on one another, but then they turn on their oppressors. It's the way of the world.
Laura: It really just came down to the one bad seed. And the thing is, those toys weren't loved. If you ever loved your toys, they will love you forever, unconditionally. That's what's sad.
Brenda: Except the potato heads, who will turn on you if they think you wanted to throw them out.
Laura: Well, that's true.
Brenda: In order to believe otherwise they need first hand contradictory evidence, apparently. Pfff. Atheists.