Pan’s Potato

(I am talking with my fiancé about weird films (eg. Pan’s Labyrinth, etc.) and Doug Jones (Pale Man, with the eyes in his hands).)

Me: “He has a very distinct body type. Once you apply prosthetics, like elongated fingers, he takes on a creepy factor.”

Fiancé: “Like me; I have long arms and hands.”

Me: “No, you’re pretty proportionate.” *stares* “Maybe your arms are a little longer, but you’ve got a rectangle torso… and an oval head.”

Fiancé: “I love you, too?”

Me: “No, I mean artistically, you’ve got a rectangle torso, and oval head, and proportional arms and legs.” *thinks for a moment* “Unlike me. My body type is ‘fat.’ Fat torso, fat legs, fat head… fat mouth that won’t shut up.

Fiancé: “You’re like a potato in a potato field… that just ate all the other potatoes.”