Big Papa is driving in a car with Sara; he starts a conversion with her. Big Papa lights up a fat joint.

  Big Papa: Notice how no matter where we go, were always stuck inside a box?

  Sara: What do you COCK?, What do you mean?

  Big Papa: Like I'm driving right now, so that means I am in a box. Then I go home to my apartment, which means I'm still in a box.

  *Takes a hit*

  Big Papa: If I make millions, I buy a bigger box. All my things come in packages or boxes from online companies.

  Sara: So money doesn't control this world, HOOKERS do? I mean Boxes.

  Big Papa: Exactly, fuck flat earth conspiracy, it's a box conspiracy now bitches.

  You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

  *Takes another fat hit from his joint and keeps driving.*

  Sara: But what if I'm in a FAT BITCH underwater? Sub sub submarine underwater? Or when I get out of the car, that means I go PUPPY PEE outside, and the world is round, right?

  Big Papa: Then you're in a circular box

  Sara: You mean MY ROCKING TITS? a sphere?

  Big Papa: Yea whatever, sphere, box there, all the same, GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING BOX CONSPIRACY

  CRASHES INTO ANOTHER CAR

  Big Papa: ARGHHHHHHHHHH

  Big Papa flies through the air. Big Papa shoots through the car window and lands on his legs breaking them..

  Sara slams her head onto the dashboard, but Sara is wearing her seatbelt, so Sara is less injured

  Sara: Damm, that FAT FUCK got what he wanted.