There I am, minding my own business getting ready for camping, when there was a rustling in the closet. A rustling….. that sounded….. suspicious.
(Like there’s any other kind of rustling. AmIright?)
See it? No. Because he’s busy rustling.
Here he is.
Stupid idiot. He was IN THE BOX shredding tissue paper.
Dang it, Ralph! Get out!
No, Down! I meant ‘Get down!’
“No.”
Great. He just took inventory of everything wreckable up there. Closet door: closed.