Shoes and ships and sealing wax...

So I'm sitting there, minding my own business, eating my fabulous shrimp tacos (thank you, Beth), which include (among other things) cabbage. Suddenly this piece jumps out of the bowl, grabs a squad of microphones and starts singing the ooh-aah part for some extra-terrestrial night club act. I mean, honestly, does this not look like four or five alien back-up-singers for the intergalactic chapter of the Supremes?
I've also decided that if I ever need random shapes to make into awesome sketches (and let's face it-- when do I not?), to cabbage I shall turn.