He knows exactly what you're thinking. Keaton stands against a field of electric pink — ribbons of teal, cobalt, crimson, yellow, and every color in between layering his coat in thick impasto strokes — and regards the world with the calm, faintly amused expression of someone who has heard it all before and remains thoroughly unimpressed. He is the herd's philosopher, its wit, its raised eyebrow. While Ghost emerges from dreams and Thiago charges forward, Keaton simply stands there and somehow wins the room anyway.

Named for the master of deadpan, he is a bison who absolutely knows it's the most colorful thing in the space — and would never dream of mentioning it.

Guaranteed to spark a conversation and stop anyone mid-hallway who thinks they've seen it all.