"Dad!" you say, "Can I have the bucket?"
"Sure," he says, not really phased. He's used to your shenanigans by now. The only way you can truly shock him is to drink the vilest of vile drinks in front of him. Beer. He knows you hate beer. He adds, "You can take the leftover chicken too."
"No I don't want the chicken!" you reply, "Just the bucket!"
Dad shrugs and puts all the chicken in a container, handing you the bucket.
All the way home your mind KNOWS it wants to re-purpose it into something cool, but you've had such a dry spell lately with crafting you can't think WHAT.To tell you the truth, even now it is finished I STILL don't know what to use it for.
I present to you, the Comic Book Bin. Or Bucket. Or something!
YOU CAN PUT THINGS IN IT.
LOADS OF THINGS.
I just don't know what yet.