Hell, even Davey is outright disturbed by it. I don't even think he can even look at it without squirming. That's so cool.
Now, if you've kept up with this blog, you've noticed that Goat-Man likes to pop up every so often. Whether it be of a toy review or admiration of his own face, he's here and he ain't leavin'. This helps the workload, and relieves a bit of the pressure when I'm not feeling up to the task, but unfortunately, things have...well, they've taken a life of it's own.
You see, Goat-Man has grown a little too big for his britches. Goat-Man is his own goat/man. In the last month, he's been whining about lack of face-time and demands a little respect. I guess he's feeling a bit left out, which is understandable, since I leave him tucked behind a stack of DVDs for eleven months out of the year. Whether I like it or not, he wants some time in the spotlight.
"Goat-Man want me time in spotlight!"
For whatever reasons, he demands an audience. Constant solitude and the accidental missed feeding can do that to a goat-thing. But believe me, I'd deny this request if I could. He's just too...weird and wild. I can't control what he says half the time, his sentences run off into crazy tangents, his huge horns are constantly in danger of poking some body's eye out, etc.
But looking into that dead, soulless stare and that wet, mangled mouth, I fear for my life. Plus, I don't want him to be all pissed off when I try to wear him next October. I scratch his furry back, he scratches my furry back.
Yeah, that was gross.
BUT FEAR HIM.
He is his own entity. His own path of hairy destruction.
I'm not sure what exactly he wanted to do, but he's at least agreed to do a little Q&A. I figure that's fair, and the more time he spends on the computer, the better. He's a bit out of touch in today's world. And kind of talks weird. There's a charm to his ways, but be warned: he's kind of a butthole.
Well, have at it, folks. Don't say I didn't warn ya!
Me Goat-Man! Ask Goat-Man anything!
Me like you!