funko pops are so generic and indistinguishable as the characters theyre supposed to represent (unless they have extremely obvious props) that i almost certainly wouldnt even notice it was supposed to be me
Kill myself instantly. Such an object is clearly of extremely supernatural and evil origins and is there to forebode a far greater horror to be cast upon me. Only by killing myself prior am I able to spare myself from the horror of the future
Halfway through uttering the phrase "Hey, look at that, kinda neat huh" the chip in my brain, upon seeing a 99.5% precise replication of its activation image, would switch on, leading me to an underground depot on the outskirts of Langley, VA, wherein i would equip myself with various high-collateral armaments including but not limited to at least one shoulder-launched RPG, at least one low-profile short-use flamethrower, and at least fourteen explosive throwing stars. Armed as previously described, i would proceed to [REDACTED: KGB-Ω PROTOCOL variation 4]
Purge the creator for being a capitalist roader :mao-shining:
contrary to other people here I might actually think it was cute probably because of how socially detached I am. Someone would be considering me and giving me a gift, so that's cool regardless
I would whip out a bobble-head of myself, the very sight of which would banish the funkopop from existence.
