If I fits, I sits. Hmm, good rule.
This one’s pretty good. It’s okay, I guess.
Too big. Plus, it smells like old cardboard. I mean, really, really old cardboard. Pre-sniffed cardboard, if you know what I mean. All the good smells have already been taken!
Now this is living! Fits just right.
What? Can’t a boy let it all hang out if he wants to?