A genuinely loathsome toy, loathsome not only for its repulsive habits and unsavory personal characteristics, but also for the advertisments wherewith it was sold: "Weebles wobble but they don't fall down!" AARRGGHH!
My heart is full of hate for these mercenary mmmmutants of marketing: In my feverishly sweating brain their hellish cries echo still. They pursue me.
What was the thing? It was a harmless thing on the face of it: An ovate plastic . . . thing, with a face, and with a weight in the fat end so that it would stay upright. Yet it would . . . wobble . . . Apparently there were millions of entertainmentally deprived children in this dying republic of ours, who found it amusing . . . They're all dead now, no doubt, garroted in secret at a tender age for unspeakable crimes . . .