Wilbur was having a normal day in his apartment until he heard a loud knock on his door. He got up and headed to the door, but apon opening it; nobody was there. The only thing at the door was a box, a box with the words “merchandise” written on it with black sharpie. Wilbur picked up the heavy box and sat it in his living room.

wilbur cautiously got out a box cutter and sliced it open, only to be met with an Enderman, sat down unconscious inside of the box.

“WHAT THE HELL-?!” he yelled.