No, I don’t have a banana
As I drove to the end of the universe in Marty McFly’s car, I couldn’t help but wonder: are my shoes red enough? I looked at my shoes and they were green – that’s not red enough – not red enough at all. Carrie Bradshaw would be very disappointed with me. I’m now a bit frightened.
The coffee cup sitting beside me nodded; it agreed. Is there a point here? I’m afraid not, my friend. I’m afraid not. Haha! No point! No point! Wait, what’s… What’s that, I think… Is that…?
Yes, CRAP. Someone’s at the door. If you’ll excuse me, I gotta go hide under the bed for a few minutes.
No, I don’t have a banana, let go of my pants. Damned neighborhood monkeys.