Dylan is my evil orca plush... for years he and I have battled against each other using magic and brute force.

One day, I said "Enouf!" and forged from steel and blood a teething ring that weakens Dylan's magical powers.

My only fear is that his powers grow stronger every day, and someday he will be strong enough to break free of his bindings.

So long as the enchanted ring stays attached to his tail, and nobody takes it off, he will remain weakened and under my control.

So then, our disputes have descended to physical confrontation.

And I don't poop regular poop... blueberry fopses are full of blue goo.