So today as I was walking past the office, I found myself staring into the depth of a large box filled with Legos. Instantly I was transported to my 90s childhood, which featured countless hours spent rifling through various massive containers filled with plastic blocks and pieces of all shapes and sizes imaginable. I used to create elaborate settings, buildings, vehicles, and characters, acting out my own personal dramas for literally weeks at a time. Every time I saw a new movie or read a new book I would find further inspiration for this pursuit, and the beauty of those toys is their ability to be reconfigured infinitely.
So long story short, I rapidly absconded with all of the CIC legos and retreated to Riptide. I proceeded to start playing with them and was thus occupied when Phillip of West returned home. My fascination was undimmed by his laughter.
After a week of complaining about the sound of legos scraped through late into the night, my Riptide brothers conspired with Rasheed to steal the legos back. Treacherous bastards.
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