Rivers of flesh and blood, stretching interpretations of Yom Kippur, gate-crashing a private reception, asking a question that had already been asked, ever-so-slightly embarrassing discussions of female anatomy at midnight, and the uncharacteristic urge to drop a cosmic anvil on somebody's head. So, yeah, yesterday was a little strange.
But look! Here's a train!
And here's a little bit of copyright infringement, right here on campus (tsk, tsk):
Right, I've now finished running around Chapel Hill looking for ingredients, so it's time to start poisoning people…