My grandparents passed away last year. I still get all their mail, which now has dwindled to shameless pleas for cash from Republicans. Yesterday they sent this picture of Icebat and Walnuts.
It seemed to me to be a very familiar pose, so I went looking...
Apparently Barbie's Great-Grandma is indeed made entirely of plastic, and needs to be posed. I bet her knees make that funky popping sound that Barbie's do when you bend them.
Icebat creeps me out.