Here’s a piggy (piggity?) bank of Glenn Quagmire sitting atop a zebra-striped blanet on a black leather couch. I’m not quite sure where you’re supposed to stick the coins (ewwww) but I think I see a little slit on the top of the sofa, so hopefully that’s it.
It’s $40, plus whatever your therapist charges you per hour after the thing finally creeps you out. After a while, it’s gonna seem like those eyes are following you.