Baby Bop

Your aunt john came home one day to find this piece of folk art dominating the living room:

Scared shitless by its overall creepiness, I questioned unkle lancifer about its provenance, to which he replied, "It's a one-of-a-kind Brian Fancy!" I've learned to live with the little Bopster, but during those first few weeks, I swear I could feel its steely, serial killer gaze on the back of my neck. That, and it seemed to move from room to room on its own volition.