he stood completely still. Leaned against the wall where you left him, still holding the magnetic microphone, every so rarely you could swear you saw his eyes flicker to you , he was almost 8ft tall.. his tophat brushing the ceiling of your room/bed, seeming to be covered in some dirty muck.. almost blood like with chunks every so often on his material, perhaps it’s best to give this very dirty pooltoy a good bathing