|NO Big Domo!!! Don't eat little Domo!!!! Ngiamm!!|
My 24th birthday just passed, and I was loaded with Domo-kun merchandise. Not that I'm complaining.... My eyes light up every time I unwrapped a present, and the beady black eyes and white saw teeth looks up and grins at me.
But, I'm afraid to say I have a little Domo shrine right now. Big Domo, Little Domo, Domo heads, Domo figurines, Domo purse... As I tell my friends, I will need to stop this collection, or people would be calling me 'the strange lady that prays to the brown square monsters'.
Domo-kun is impossible to resist. Say what you like.... call it a shit monster if you must, but slowly and surely he grows on you. Little by little, I see a Domo invasion coming on. A Domo figurine on this cubicle, a Domo wallpaper in that, a Domo keychain in his pocket... Why, I see that sly little monsters taking over my office!
|Attack of the Domo-zombies!|
Collect enough Domo dolls, and I'll be able to remake my own version of Resident Evil.