toys raze the toy megaphone had a translucent red body. you could see its guts through the plastic. watch it blush when you pulled the trigger. it ran on a single nine-volt battery. five switches let you create somewhere near a hundred different vocal effects. you could make yourself sound like a robot. a monster. an alien. or just a more strident version of yourself. i bought him one as a joke. we both gravitated toward a pitch-lowering setting that brought to mind countless creepy phone calls in half-baked horror films. i called him once and left a message using that filter to disguise my voice. i said i was hiding under his bed reading national_geographic magazines with a flashlight. when he called me back, he told me he couldn't understand a word i said. it wasn't much different from any other conversation we had. 230624 what's it to you? who go blather from