Today I ventured off to my local walmart to fetch me a new Transformer. As I got to the store and entered my heart filled with joy that I am going to purchase another fine figure, but that joy turned into anger by the sight of a very obnoxious little troll ripping apart an innocent Sideswipe, screaming like it was just let loose from the firery depths of hell. Quickly I began to taunt the small creature: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING FACTORY WORKERS WORK VERY HARD TO MAKE THESE TOYS AND YOU'RE RUINING THE ENTIRE EISLE! The creature's eyes locked on mine, with such fear. He quickly scampered away into the nearby dog food isle and disappeared behind the mounds of bagged canine chow, though I could still hear the foul little imp's whine off in the distance as other customers looked at it in confusion. I then alerted an employee about the trouble. I grabbed a Soundwave off it's peg, paid for it at the cash register, and walked off to to my mother who was waiting in the car. This is why kids under 10 years of age should be supervised by adults in a store that sells toys. You see a kid wrecking a toy isle, you set the little shit straight and alert an employee.