Victor: What the hell is happening in here?
me: I made 200 boxes so that we can ship more Nowhere mugs.
Victor: No, I mean, why are you inside?
me: I’m making a fort. Obviously. What else would you do with 200 boxes?
Victor: Is it a fort for dogs?
me: It’s a fort for me. If it fits, I sits.
Victor: That’s my concern. Isn’t it a little…um…little?
me: Are you saying I’m too fat for cardboard boxes?
Victor: That’s not even a thing. Also, I’m just going to set up my phone to record you when you inevitably give yourself a concussion.
me: It is a little unstable…but aren’t we all?