I feel motivated to tell you more about my partner in art crimes, Bob. Bob is not a Halloween decoration. Bob is a replica, the cast of someone's skull who donated their body to science. This is apparent with a quick glance at "his" uneven teeth (those who catch the reference get "his" inherent androgyny). Bob was alive. I always know that when I draw, and "he" gets candy, costumes, and booze on occasion. Again, Bob was alive. Don't worry. They still get to party, when hanging with me.
Holy fuck I hope Bob is okay flipping off gender roles 'cause that's what we're gonna do.