We got this little doll in the mail, anonymously. It is stout, stuffed, slightly resembles Steve Carrell and is wearing a FADER t-shirt. When we received it our first two thoughts were 1. Is this a voodoo doll? and 2. Does this thing want to kill us? Then David Bevan became attached to it, cradling it in his arms as if he had just birthed it from his man-womb. He held it so lovingly, so protectively, we were certain he wished he was a kangaroo so he could put it back in there (his womb) and feed it small quantities of milk through its tiny marsupial udders. Anything that can inspire that much maternal nurturing in a man who drinks 36 ounces of VitaCoco per day can't be pure evil. Maybe this FADER doll isn't going to try to slit our throats one by one with a doll-hand-sized razorblade when we're the last people left in the office. Maybe.