Sometimes my living room is full of mythical beings:
“Who here is a small creature, besides me?”
“Wait, wait–can you tell me how rage works? I’ve never been a barbarian before.”
“I just really want to tweet that my roommate is playing harp in a panda suit right now.”
Other times…
“If you have an extra free printer, great. But you understand I’m a 32-year-old man, right?”
LET’S BE CLEAR! Roll call.
