And not like a little dog scat either. We're talking the entire football team ate some bad vichysoise and it hit them during practice and that pile is where you land. Every godsdamn time. You're starting to wonder if it's the same pile.
You're only invisible to yourself. Everyone else can still see you, but your real power is that they are polite about this dude who is, from their perspective, pretending to be invisible and just ignore you to be kind.
Well I never! I Goofy 360 Ollie North into a Fakie Frontside 180 Shuvit in my sleep. I have a little dignity.