I wish that's how it went down.
It was at the local community college. I was walking down the hallway, and I hear my friend's voice calling my name. I look, and I see his smiling mug sticking out of a mostly-shut door.
And he gestures for me to come hither, saying, "C'mere. I wanna show you somethin' sweet." I walk in, thinking that it was something within the room that he wanted to show me -- not the room itself. So, you know, I walked all the way into the center of the room and said something like, "What's sweet?" As I asked, I realized that the room was filled with shelves and shelves and shelves of dead babies in jars.
I'm a bit of a necrophobe, and my friend knew that... and you should have seen his face, bellowing out this toothy, ominous James Earl Jones-esque laughter. (His laugh legit sounds like Darth Vader's.)
He looks like Donkeylips with longer, unkempt hair, if you need to create a visual in your mind.
I wanted to smash one of the jars over his head, but I called him a son of a bitch and ran out of the room instead.
I got a good look at one of the babies, and the top of it's head was just a brain. And it was green.