Lost in the timeless riddle of whether I made my debut head or legs first, life threw me a curveball in the form of an intriguing delivery. The courier guy, sensing my distraction, thrust a paper and pen my way, nervously requesting my signature.
Delivery man: "Uh mister? You've been staring at this parcel for more than 5 minutes. Would you mind signing this paper and accept this courier?"
However, my attention remained firmly fixed on the colossal 10-foot box parked right outside my door, causing my eyes to widen like a confused fish. Unfazed by the paperwork, I already knew who orchestrated this cosmic joke.
Masamune: "No need for paperwork – someone's playing games with me...and I know who."
Masamune, with an air of profound contemplation, threw an unexpected question at the delivery boy.
Masamune: "Mister," he continued without shifting his gaze, "Have you seen hell?"
The delivery man, clearly caught off guard, stammered in response.
Delivery man: "Uh... Nope."
Masamune, heaving a dramatic sigh, pressed on.
Masamune: "I see..." he said, then seamlessly transitioned into a more pressing matter. "Is it possible for me to return this parcel back?"
The delivery man, surprisingly blunt, shut down the return hopes with a swift "Nope."
Masamune, taking it in stride, responded with a calm "I see."
Just as the delivery man attempted to redirect the conversation toward paperwork, Masamune added a theatrical twist to the encounter.
"—Bang!"
And thus, Masamune tried to close the door right on the delivery boy's face, leaving a comedic punctuation mark on their unconventional conversation.
Delivery man, quick on his feet, saved himself by cleverly wedging his foot between the door frame.
Delivery man: "Ugh— open it!"
Masamune, adamant and wary of potential parental shenanigans, vehemently protested.
Masamune: "NO! The parcel might contain yet another life-threatening weird object sent by my parents! I can't accept it! Please take it away, I beg you!"
As Masamune strained to shut the door forcefully, the delivery man, now desperate, switched tactics.
Delivery man: "I beg you, please take it with you!" he cried loudly, attempting to tug at Masamune's heartstrings.
In a surprising turn, the delivery man revealed unsettling stories tied to the mysterious package.
Delivery man: "Ever since we received this package, our staff members have been experiencing eerie and unexplainable experiences!"
"Last night, Mr. Gouto lost his breath the moment he touched this parcel! He had already been having nightmares for the past several days!"
"If you don't accept this damned thing, I swear we would —"
And the next moment, inside the house, there stood Masamune, facing the giant cartoon with a signed paper and pen in hand.
The delivery boy had made a swift exit, not without lending a hand to help Masamune wrestle the colossal thing into his home.
Masamune, possessing a kind heart that outweighed his caution, accepted the parcel despite its ominous reputation.
'Undaunted' in the face of potential danger, he now faced the challenge of dealing with a cartoon that rivaled the size of a family refrigerator.
"I circled around the cartoon, searching for any openings or tape, but nope, couldn't find one."
"Which means that the opening has to be on the top or either I need to cut it open." The situation was now ripe for Masamune to embark on the next chapter of his peculiar adventure with the enigmatic parcel.
Masamune, on the brink of unveiling the contents of yet another peculiar parcel, couldn't help but reflect on the unconventional gifts bestowed upon him by his parents.
"If I remember correctly... the last gift I received was the cursed dagger of the witch Medea from Greece."
"And before that, an Egyptian mummy that would come to life every night and empty my refrigerator... It was a real drag convincing it to sleep for another century..."
With a tinge of weariness in his voice, he revealed, "I have been storing all the 'gifts' sent by my parents in my storage room for more than a year. I pass no night without hearing terrifying screams and laughter coming from that room... Sigh... and here comes another one. I wonder what is in it this time—"
"CLANCK CLUCK!"
"Wha—" Masamune took a step back, caught off guard by the clanking noise emanating from the mysterious cartoon. The stage was set for another chapter in Masamune's unpredictable journey with the perplexing gifts from his well-meaning yet mischievous parents.