Once again, Japan asserts its ownership over my soul.

This is a USB owl. It lives on your computer and blinks and cocks its head and destroys your outer shell of indifference and belligerence and turns you into a cooing baby-talking freak.

This is where you can buy it:

USB Ow

Damn you, Japan. You entice me to spend my hard-earned cash money buying your products instead of injecting that cash into our dying, failing, pathetic, withering economy. Oh well.