Well, it's about that time, folks. Between tomorrow being the eighth night of Hanukkah and Christmas being weeks away, some of you are going to be getting funko pops, quite against your will.

Some well-meaning person, an aunt or mother-in-law or possibly even a coworker, knows that you like "nerd" shit and give you one of those boxes you dread. It might even be a reproduction of a thing you actually, albeit with soulless eyes and probably no mouth.

You have to accept it and move on. Keep in a drawer or a box and whip it out when you know the gift giver is coming, and just appreciative the thought.

Unless they get you one of those 24-inch things, in which case you are almost certainly being fucked with.