Gary taped a cardboard box to his ceiling, declaring it “the ultimate avian habitat.” His friend Lisa squinted at the wobbly structure. “You’re turning our garage into a Roomba’s nightmare,” she said, dodging a rogue bottle cap. Gary, mid-sentence about “sustainable aesthetics,” accidentally flicked glue onto his eyebrow. “This is art!” he insisted, as the box flopped sideways, unleashing a swarm of popsicle sticks. Lisa tripped over a rolled-up rug, shouting, “You promised birdhouses, not a T-Rex skeleton!” The final product—a lopsided combo of duct tape and salad dressing—perched precariously on a lawn chair. Gary nodded, grinning. “It’s… dynamic.” Lisa stared at the chaos. “Next time, let’s just buy a shovel.”
