I just get flashbacks of foam pellets flying everywhere, punctured and torn primary colored vinyl, and my aunt in tears trying to contain it all after my cousins and the cul de sac kids they played with sliced them up with craft scissors for GP.
And then it happened again after a slumber party where everyone decided these (the replacement bags after the last incident) were much better for pillow fights, than pillows. They didn't last long. Once again, mini-sized foam balls were everywhere in the basement/family room, stuck to walls, fabric and carpeting because they are static magnets.
The last straw was when the unneutered cat went to town spraying and ripping and clawing up yet a third replacement. Disgusting to say the least. You get the idea, stinky, pellets, mess everywhere. Because of my aunt's plight, my mother wouldn't let me have one....even though I wanted one really bad because back then they were considered cool.