So my little sister posed a rather thought provoking question that we(in our sleep deprived state) delved into quite vigorously. “If there are different shades of black what is the blackest black?” Clearly there must be a blackest black of course. So to discover what this brilliantly black color would look like we decided that someone would have to have a cement box built around them so that there would be no light to enter. I said I would be fine with being in the box as long as I had cell service. I would then of course call my little sister telling her that I needed her to punch me out of a cement box to which she would reply that she is incapable of doing so. In my somewhat tired state I told her that she would just have to go find Tom Hiddleston, because clearly he would be able to get me out of the box. And thus would begin her search for him. Meanwhile I would be slowly suffocating in the box. By the time he would have gotten to me and punched the mother fucker of a box I would be dead. And he would weep because he would immediately realize that I had been his soulmate. He would then vow to take revenge on all cement boxes and for some reason we decided that would include brick buildings. He would return in “Loki Strikes Back: No Cement Box is Safe” and he would go around destroying all the buildings. Yeah this is what we do when we lack sleep. I think the limeaid may have had something to do with it too…