Oh yeah, I scored a cracked old Polaroid that’s actually a freezer. Snap a pic of someone, and their frame literally freezes mid‑blink. It’s like a glitchy snow globe that won’t melt. I’ve also got this rusted tin of batteries that, when you toss them in a bottle, turns the air around it into a slow‑motion syrup—people get stuck like jelly. The worst part? They’re all hidden behind a pile of mismatched sweaters and a broken cassette player. Chaos is the best kind of magic, right?