Went to Washington Square Park after work and read... my daily ritual when I have somewhere to be in the city. Finally, went for a walk, and wandered into EB just because it called to me.
And there, I found it. The central piece to the altar of my deity. It twinkled in the fluorescent lights of the small shop. It called to me. I had to own it. I needed this piece for my altar.
Yes my friends, you guessed it. I now own... the Swedish Chef playset.
Definetely a religious experience. Now chant with me the words of wisdom - Bork. Bork. Bork.