wouldnt it be fucked if one of the kids from the make-a-wish foundation had a request to like… behead an endangered animal with a katana. what do you do
*travels back in time to tell infamous mobster Lucky Luciano that no one remembers who he is and instead associates his name with a joke about some chump in pastels, shorts, and loafers*
Gonna have myself a delicious chocolate croissant.
But I better heat it up first. Much yummier that way.
The question I’ve gotten the most on this trapdoor murder basement microwave post is “why???” and while there is a perfectly reasonable explanation, I’m tempted to let it remain a mystery.
However one thing that saddens me is the fact that no one has noticed you have to pretty much stand on top of an actual well to use the microwave.
