If someone told me they were going to create a Dennis Hopper / mechanical duck thing wind-up toy, I’d be all like “Um, OK. Why?” And they’d be all like “Just because, dude! Just because!” And then I’d be all like “I bet you never finish it. It’s too crazy.” And then they’d be like “In your face, Andrew! In your fricken face!” And then I’d be like “Dude, how do you know my name? I’ve never met you before in my life. Get away from me stalker.”
But then, of course, I’d hop on Etsy and buy myself one of those Dennis Hooper mechanical toys, just because it’s too damn crazy to deny. And then I’d see they’re sold out, and I’d slowly cry myself to sleep. The end.