A brick could be used as toilet paper—especially if you just shit a brick. You could shit and wipe your way to a wall of privacy.


“If I started yesterday, I’d be a master of tomorrow.”

“A brick could be used to commit genocide on a small patch of grass, if you lay …”

“Sometimes I’ll forget a utensil’s name, and I’ll say, “Give me that pointy thin…”

“Call me Red Thunder. My partner, Silent Lightning, is invisible, but noisy.”