Launch your friend into the Jules Verne design-aesthetic of their dreams with this enigmatic, glowing tube clock. The only way it could be any more steampunk is if it ran on whale oil and had a train whistle for an alarm. Toot toot! 🚂

If we had to choose one song lyric to throw up on the wall it would probably be, "Chicken for lunch, chicken for my dinner, Chicken, chicken, chicken, I'm a finger-licking winner," or, "Cheeseburger in paradise, Heaven on earth with an onion slice, Not too particular, not too precise, I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise," or, "Tequilla." Let your bud decide! 🎶