The Poop Monster Cometh: Domo-kun Heads West, Shops at Target

He is a being of many names: The Brown Rectangular Thing, The Giant Poop Monster, but perhaps none so great as The “Every Time You Masturbate, God Kills a Kitten” Guy. His friends simply call him Domo-kun. Whatever manner you choose to observe him, he’s still equally loveable. And weird-looking, for that matter.

So where did Domo-kun come from, you ask? Japan, of course: where everything hip resides prior to the States knowing about it. This creature that has gained a nearly cult-like status amongst otaku, comic-lovers, and gamers alike, but like most idols, he had humble beginnings.

Hatched from an egg into a world of Winnie the Pooh-esque forest friends, he grew up on a steady diet of beef stew in a cave with a rabbit. He won many hearts over with his inexplicable fear for apples, love of Guitar Wolf, and uncontrollable gas.

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Domo-kun’s world unfolded before audiences through a series of stop-motion animation commercials for Japan’s NHK television station. The U.S. slowly became privy to them after the controversial picture featuring him as God’s feline hitman emerged on the web. His stance on kittens is controversial to say the least, and PETA has been breathing down his back ever since this photo was shot, but, if Paris Hilton’s sex tape has taught us nothing else, it’s that America loves scandal. Domo’s senseless kitten rampage was a goldmine in the States, and the rest is history.

Anime cons started selling 3-foot-high stuffed animals of him. Hot Topic started carrying shirts bearing his visage. And now, his magnum opus: he is Target’s mascot this Halloween. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, this career move will ensure his omnipresence.

From a Japanese cave to Target: I have to give this guy credit. In a way, he’s the embodiment of the American dream. Nobody has any idea what he is, he’s kind of ugly (in a cute sort of way, like a mangy Chihuahua), and he kills kittens for God, but he’s climbed up the corporate ladder to reach the epitome of success in this country: one’s face on a candy bag at Target. Long live Domo-kun!