#a74 :: McFarlane monsters

We plunge onward now, order from the sublimely simple to the ridiculously obscene:

My wife’s company made a licensing deal that left a storage room packed to the gills with sample toys. They emptied it last week, order and out popped these two hideous bastards. She concluded, rightly, that they belonged with me.

I immediately opened it and recycled the packaging – and with it, any hope of recalling the name of this particular pair of monster symbiotes crafted by the low-paid artisans who toil in overseas obscurity for the twisted, cash-bloated juggernaut McFarlane Toys.

But that almost doesn’t matter …

Nor does it matter that, see, the li’l feller with the black horns, see, he’s smarter’n’the bigger feller, who’s huge and powerful, and they’re both, like reallyreallyreally evil.

What really matters is they’re very handsomely sculpted and hand-painted, and the big guy’s hairy sporran is dyed to match his leathery jowls.

As manufactured as they are, someone hand-made these little freaks, who weigh more than a pound combined, yet stand only 10 inches tall.

Keith Hunter would have loved them. A bit more about him with tomorrow’s HLO.