Thank you, thank you very much. Bedazzled white jumpsuit flashing like a Vegas sun god, cape collar flared wide, frozen mid-claw about to bring the house down. Golden pompadour bigger than any ego on the Strip, defying gravity and keeping every hair-spray promise since Madison met Avenue. 11" of buttery-soft ultra-premium minky packed, pure rock-god ponch that demands one more encore—after one last trip to the buffet. Limited run—next legend already ordering a pizza in the West Wing. Adult collectors 15+ only. The King has entered the building… and he’s impossibly huggable.
