And here, laddies and gentlewomen, we have another example of fine, fine art doubtless inspired by creepy-assed children’s books and toys. Gee, I ask myself, I wonder if creepy-assed book and toy producers ever thought their work would inspire fine, fine art at some future date. Perhaps creepy-assed books and toys were all a Soviet plot, back in the day. Or perhaps said Soviets were all drunk on potato-eye wodka and didn’t intend to create works of asses that were creepy. We shall never know.