And now, the Bizarro Aorist's backyard set will be dismantled, never to be seen again.

I feel like that famous sculptor who destroys all his works a week after making them. And also his works are all made of gamepieces and stuff he found in the basement. And he isn't even a little bit famous.

One time, I went on a date, and the first thing my date said to me was, "If I stop breathing, I need you to stab me."

This was because she had a severe peanut allergy and didn't want to die on the date in the event that the restaurant was not 100% good at keeping peanuts out of her food.

Oh, and the thing I was supposed to stab her with was an epinephrine injection.

I wish more of my dates started off so enigmatically.