Boxy the megalomaniac box who has been raping and pillaging its merry way across the country side has been supplanted in it’s own story by a tale straight from a boring and unfunny lgbtlmnop’s blog about lesbian oppression in the NBA written on a I mac at the starbucks in king street san fran while the hobo heroin junkie outside pulls down his pants and poops on the side walk in broad daylight. The chapter about mimic the pet box getting out of the house and getting into it with a bunch of raccoons from lord of the rings was legitimately the only bright spot in the entire book. You know that things have gone off the rails when you have a psycopathic monster disguised as lesbian cat girl monologuing about getting its feelings hurt from someone calling it mean names. Most dirty deeds are now done off screen, boxy’s progression is done off screen, the main characters have been sidelined in favor of unfunny woke ideologue drivel.