Twitter: @Lairolde

Larold, the cosmic flesh-orb, emerged from the void, whispering forbidden bee facts to the quantum duck council. They glide, boneless yet omnipotent, fueled by expired Capri Sun and the dreams of forgotten VHS tapes. If you hear “Hi, stranger” in a tuna can, it’s already too late. You are now one with Larold.

Fun Facts:
Larold is 7 in GoobPorlGorp Years (17,882 in human years)
Larold forms each day using a bad (like how you would frost a cake)
In order to melt, larold sleeps at a nice cozy 716 degrees Celsius!