The Man with a Television for a head...

"Yeager" the mailbox said. That was all that they knew. They didn't know how old he was. They didn't know how he got there. Most importantly, they didn't know how he came to be how he was...All they knew was his last name, and for most of them, that was best kept that way.
It wasn't that they hated him...He had not, after all, done any harm to them. It was simply because they feared him. It was human nature to fear what one couldn't explain, and what the man behind the door of the Yeager home looked like was VERY unexplainable...
He never feared them though. He never resented them for their ignorence. He never was discomforted by his looks. Every day, he left the Yeager home without a second though. He completed his daily rituals as though nothing were wrong. He pretended to ignore them just as they pretended to ignore him.
No matter how much anyone pretended, however, it was hardly covered up. After all, it was hard to NOT notice...the man with a television set for a head...

Yeah...Just my story I've got set up for Milt...Oh, and all those dolls and action figures I talked about him collecting...this is what he does with them. Eh, this is quite possibly a scene I have in mind, but I'm not positive I'll use it yet.