Yes, I have been known to ponder the odd human-brain-in-a-jar, but that doesn’t mean I would ever even remotely begin to harbor the merest speckle of the ghost of the start of a notion to amass a whole purloined collection of them.
So much nope. You will have to lay this at someone else’s door. I suggest you start with the U.T. dining hall and see if the pickled cauliflower looks a little dicey recently.
p.s. I can sneak quite a bit past the dim human female, but I think she’d probably notice something like this if I brought it home.
p.p.s. Yes, cauliflower jokes are disrespectful of the dead. Remember who you are dealing with. Bad guy, remember?
The weather has sorted itself out a bit at the moment (we have had hot, cold, hot, cold, windy, hot, repeat…) and the human female isn’t doing anything interesting, so I am taking a walk outside. Look at this–the Powers That Be have installed some self-service maintenance stations for taking care of the myriad treacherous bicycles which infest the campus. I have been nearly flattened by them on numerous occasions. Obviously, I have some work to do!
Hmm. Wrench, screwdriver, and… maybe another screwdriver. Something preternaturally pointy, anyway. From this moment on each of these will be just a few millimeters off and won’t fit any make of bike.
Ditto these bits, whatever they are.
Now they’ll just be a collection of useless swings for people of my stature.
…the air supply will now read 15 psi below actual tire pressure. Inner tubes make a most satisfying “boom!” when over-inflated.
All hail, Loki, making the campus safer for pedestrians!