It's a safe, you know, like a safe in which you can lock up your things. But not any regular safe, it's a big one, big enough to fit your house and your car and your RV and your swimming pool and your motorcycle and your clubhouse and your microwave and your fountain and all the rest of your things in. It's a giant safe, with a lock on the outside and everything. Just think, how nice would it be to leave all your belongings in a protrusive, multi-steel-enameled, impenetrable recepticle of stalwartidy and satchelbaggerybetterness.? Good. That's what it would be. Good. A damn good thing.
It comes with a key so you can lock the shit all up in it. It's a fairly small key, considering the size of the safe; only ten feet long and made of solid igneous rock. The best thing about this key is that it's difficult to lose and you can show it to all your friends. Well you'll have to, because of course you'll be bringing it with you wherever you go as a reminder that all your acquired maintenances are nice and secure. Good thing. Who knows the types of people out there, lurking about with hoods and bad ideas, no-good. They want your things. They'll take them if they're not locked up. Leave your keys unattended, WHAM, stolen. Leave your car on the curb and WHOA, there it goes. Leave your house out and SHIT WHATCHOUT, no more house. Yeah schucks, To some people it's like a game of marbles or jacks or the one where you bounce the rubber ball and snatch up as many pointed plastic spikes as you can before the ball hits the ground.
UUUUhhhhh then catch it.
