No, that’s not me talking!
Got some good stuff this year; also gave some good stuff. But it’s the one gift from Mr. Rilch that prompted the thread title, in a good way.
Some of you may be aware of my penchant for dolls and stuffed animals. Piglet, the Toy Story aliens, Babs from Chicken Run, Hagrid, as well as non-tie-in toys like Buck, the patriotic bear, and Frances, M.D. Mr. Rilch added someone else to the mix this year: he may assimilate, or he may not.
It’s the Comic Book Guy.
He’s a foot and a half tall, and nearly as wide. Blue t-shirt; red shorts sewn at the waist because otherwise they would expose butt cleavage, and do expose his “outie” belly button; ponytail and scraggly beard. As soon as I got him out of the box, he plunked himself foursquare on the coffee table to scowl at the tree and declare “Worst. Christmas. Ever.”
Neil the Eagle immediately reprimanded him for his ungratitude, while Harry Potter offered him some Bertie Botts Beans and Alison (doll with heart around her neck) tried to lure him under the mistletoe. Sighing, he made his way over to Borg Bear and settled down. He’s gonna be fun to have around. :dubious: