Two humans walk into a bar. But they are not there to drink, they are there to sculpt. The first man sculpts an alien: frightening, bizarre, inscrutable. The second man is Tim Bruckner. His alien is laughing, joyous, and surprisingly familiar. The joke the alien laughs at could be the joke you told your co-workers that day, or it could be a joke appreciated only by the Gas-Geyser Lords of Alazar. Their understanding of humans is tenuous, at best, born of sketchily interpreted signals picked out across uncounted nebulae. So while you may not know why it is funny that one human would order a sin'taaar and the other would choose a dro-fuu, to an Alazaran that shit is hilarious.
Two Humans Walk into a Bar is a one-of-a-kind sculpt, standing 13.75" tall atop a gas-geyser base