"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"Yes, they’re a lot—of everything. Their voice ricochets off of walls and it’s surprising glass doesn’t shatter. If you take out their batteries, they still run wildly—literally never running out of energy."
