Like all his fellow Cat People of Felicidae IV, Throneworld to the Felis Empire (All Hail Emperor Buttons), Phil must–every four years–retreat to his wicker egg vagina and try to get people involved in civic affairs through public service announcements. It’s a really specific evolutionary development and xeno-biologists are mystified about it to this day.
(Seriously: that chair is terrifying. It looks like H.R. Giger’s summer camp arts and crafts project.)
The chair that keeps you in the dark.
What’s he pointing to?
And does this version of Wicker Man feature a butt double too?
Phil always points in photos but he used to point at actual stuff. Now he’s gone all meta.
Either that or someone in the room below him has a healthy liver and the right blood type.