A brick could be used as a frame for a door, and the blanket could be used as the door.

A brick is a baton, as it passes from a civilization in ruin to one on the rise. 


A brick could be used to build a house—or destroy it, one window at a time.


A blanket could be used to cover up my modesty. And used to cover up my nakedness.


A brick could be used to support a wobbly table. Who got that table drunk, anyway?


A blanket is great for covering things, like the dead guy, I just killed with this brick.

A blanket is a coffin, if the cops are after you and you have to dump a body quick.


A blanket could be used as a smothering agent, sort of like an employee of the NSA.


A blanket could be used in surgery. But personally, I’d rather use a surgeon.


A blanket could be used to trap my love in, before it dissipates out into the world.


A brick could be a breath freshener for a dragon. But so could a mint-flavored baby. 


A blanket could be used as a cover of your favorite song by your favorite cover band.


A blanket could be frozen and used to cool off a warm body as you slowly thaw it out.


A brick could be cast in Samuel Jackson roles. It would be cheaper and more dramatic.


Blankets make great traps for the clinically insane, but a straightjacket might work better.