A few weeks ago, my mom called and said she and my dad were cleaning out the garage, and she found this librarian action figure thing and could she throw it out?
BLASPHEMY, I said.
So this past weekend I visited home and rescued the action figure from the "toss" pile. YOU'RE WELCOME, NANCY PEARL.
Now I guess I just keep it in my apartment and absorb all of the superhero librarian powers, right? That's how this works?