This is a piece of wearable art that basically has you toting Satan around on your neck as he munches on somebody’s heart. You two can sing duets together.

Don’t go breaking my heart.
I couldn’t if I tried…

or

Give to me your leather.
Take from me, my face…

I’m not sure if they spelled “Heartbraker” wrong on purpose or not, but I am sure that if you walk around, outside of your home with this thing, you are gonna get a one way ticket to loon-town. The crazy house. Pharma mountain. Prozac Palace. The Quacker factory. The nut house. The Cuckoo’s nest. The coma condo.

But if you do wear this thing, take a road trip down south and blast “The Devil went down to Georgia” the whole way. You two will have a ball. Think of it as one last hurrah before the men in white coats arrive.