A wax model of a man on a lilo.
The wall he hung on was blue.
Rivulets of sweat trickled through his tiny human hairs.
His toe nails were as cute as a baby's.
He wasn't alive. He wasn't even dead.
But his character lived.
The wax said: 'I have got this far in middle management, I can afford an annual holiday. I am slim enough to pass for young. My grey hair gives me away but my cock's full of testoterone and I am satisfied'.
He was a man who'd found success, he lacked imagination but he was satisfied.