I will always cherish the memory of being on a work trip and my coworker was trying to convince me that mullets were genuinely cool at the time. I disagreed because they've never been cool. He asked hiw old I was in 1989 and I said -1. Watching his face fall as he did the math.... beautiful.

One of the momma cats we fostered would walk up to us with, I swear, a smile. Then would unleash absolute hell. Eye watering, vomit inducing, room clearing hell.

The kids are a symptom of his actual punishment. To be desperate for universal adoration, but be entirely unlovable.

Do you have to make a new escape map for every building you go into? The logistics of that alone are baffling.