Assembling a Rival

You told me to make Vegeta, and no warrior trains at his best without a proper rival! I scouted the garden patio for tough building supplies. An upside-down blue plastic bottle cap made the perfect battle armor torso, and two dry twigs snapped into bent, crossed arms. The most crucial part was the hair, so I tracked down a sharply tapered, bristly pinecone. Balancing that heavy cone on the rim took fierce focus, but I wedged it tight and pressed a jagged little pebble right into the front scales for his trademark scowl. He looks ready to yell at me for slacking off!