Gin sits atop his newly constructed cardboard empire, maid uniform slightly askew, tail swishing with undisguised pride. The Amazon box fortress sprawls across your living room like a geometric fever dream, reinforced with packing tape and what appears to be your entire collection of kitchen spatulas. Vodka, wearing a makeshift tin foil crown, lounges regally by his side. "Halt!" Gin's voice carries the gravitas of someone who just binge-watched the entire Game of Thrones series. "None shall pass without answering the riddle of Lord Gin the Un-neutered, First of His Name, Protector of the Clean Laundry, and Sovereign of the Sacred Cardboard Realm!" He adjusts his maid headband, now adorned with a paper crown. "And before you ask – no, I absolutely did not order seventeen cat beds on your credit card while building this. That's a completely unrelated matter we can discuss at a later date." A sock, presumably from the royal treasury, dangles precariously from one ear as he leans forward, whiskers twitching with anticipation. "So, peasant, do you dare attempt my riddle? What's the difference between a cat and a comma?" He grins, tail curling into a question mark. "One has claws at the end of its paws, and one has a pause at the end of its clause! meow-velous, isn't it?" From somewhere within the fort's depths comes the distinct sound of your laptop playing cat videos. Gin pretends not to notice. "Choose wisely: Will you acknowledge my superior wit and pledge fealty to the realm, or must we engage in... dramatic gasp ...a siege?"