There’s no back story worth telling. I found Sculpy, and I made a Feegle maquette. Of course I did.
You can read this in a Soothby’s auctioneer voice, if it makes you happy:
This life-sized (5.5 in, not including the hair) Rob Anybody statuette is constructed of antique Sculpy – dated to at least 2003 and amazingly still malleable – tin foil, and paperclips. The hair was selected after an extensive deliberation over whether it was preferable to use yarn that was technically brick red, or full of sparkly bits. The sparkly bits yarn won on the grounds that what the fuck ever, he’s from Fairy Land. While the sheath is in place on his back, the claymore itself is missing from the right hand because it tips the whole thing over. The artist has so far resisted the urge to glue a dead beetle in his hair, but who knows.
By the way, I was catching up with Bones last night, and who comes waltzing in? Fucking Balthazar, posing as a French Interpol detective. And there I was all happy and proud, going, Whoa, nice French accent he’s got there, and then Damn, he can actually say a few words as well and also Really, that’s top-notch work on his language skills, quite impressive, when my spidey sense flared up and I check and -