Ads: Another reason to hate Bratz

Not only do I dislike the vapid, cloned expressions and coifs of those pencil-thin refugees from Hollyford (Stepwood?) called Bratz, but now a commercial for the globally best-selling dolls of brainwashed children repeats an intermittent background sound that is an absolutely convincing reproduction of a dog puking up a piece of rancid gristle. (I was frantically checking for Twerpette's whereabouts before I realized it was the TV's surround sound.)