Ever since a traumatic math test in the seventh grade, geometric shapes caused him to have panic attacks. His life was spent avoided everything with angles from square rooms, ice cubes, rectangular hallways, octagon shaped airport restaurants even love triangles. He took a job as a museum guard, naively believing art would be safe, but was unfortunately stationed in the Cubist exhibit. He walked outside to escape the wrath of geometric shapes only to once again to be caught in the shapes of panic.