Again I ask What the hell is he?

I'll gladly admit, that I'm a sucker for anything black, orange and evil, and Zugan here meets all three requirements, but besides that he's also really weird. Of coarse weird is another thing I'm a sucker for.

What is that collar he's got? Is it an ashtray or a toilet seat? He's not telling, and believe me I've asked.







And what's with the clunky, square feet? How's he supposed to get around on them?


Could that be why he's so damn fat? Lack of exercise because of poorly developed feet.

Fat, clunky and challanged in the collar area he may be, but I'm still sure he could kick my as, if he could be bothered.

I found him down trodden and wimpering in a glass cage in Japan. Those bastards. I quickly bribed his tormentors, and whisked him off to our peaceful toy reserve here in Copenhagen. He's been cocky and happy ever since.