The Great Underwear Rebellion(ChatGPT-generated)

It was just another totally normal Tuesday in Meh City. Birds were flying backwards, tacos were raining from the sky (again), and Meh was busy doing his morning routine: brushing his teeth with whipped cream while balancing a pineapple on his head.

Eh stormed into the room, flailing his arms.

“Meh! Emergency!” he shouted.

Meh slowly turned around and blinked. “Did someone steal the moon again?”

“Worse,” said Eh. “The underwear… they’re ALIVE.”

Suddenly, from the laundry basket, dozens of pairs of underpants jumped out, marching in formation like a tiny army. Leading them was a suspiciously muscular pair of boxers with sunglasses.

“I am Captain Fruitstripe, leader of the Underwear Rebellion,” it announced in a deep voice. “For too long we have been sat on, stretched out, and thrown into the wash with socks! No more! We demand respect!”

Meh squinted. “You want… underwear rights?”

“Yes,” said Fruitstripe. “And also a Netflix series.”

“That’s fair,” Eh muttered.

Meh cracked his knuckles. “There’s only one way to handle this.”

Ten minutes later…

A rap battle broke out between Meh and Captain Fruitstripe in front of City Hall. The crowd went wild.

🎤 Meh:

“You’re just fabric, elastic, and lint,

Talkin’ big for a guy with a butt-print!”

🎤 Fruitstripe:

“Say what you want, I’ve got more fans,

People wear me in 87 lands!”

Eh stood to the side, recording it all for TikTok.

#MehVsUnderwear was trending within seconds.

Suddenly, Gerald swooped in on a flying ironing board. “Meh! You must stop! If underwear gains consciousness, socks will follow!”

The realization hit everyone at once.

Meh reached into his jacket, pulled out a taco, and offered it to Fruitstripe. “Truce?”

Fruitstripe adjusted his shades. “Only if we get Wednesdays off.”

“Deal.”

And that’s how underwear got Wednesdays off in Meh City.

Also, nobody has seen socks since.