“Nobody can see me.”

“Everyone can see you.”

“No, if everyone can see me then why is nobody looking at me?”

“They’re all looking at you!”

“What? Why would they be looking at me?”

“It’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re hanging upside down.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, don’t play dumb. You know what I’m talking about.”

“Okay, okay, fine. Maybe you can see me hanging upside down, but ONLY you.”

“Wha-bu-WHY?!?!”

“Why what?”

“Why are you trying to convince me that no one can see you hanging upside down?!?!”

“Because they can’t!”

“Okay, maybe the blood is getting to your head.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll come down then.”

“Great, okay, now, do you think these people can see you?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect, and when you were hanging upside down, too?”

“No.”

“WhYyYyY?”

“Because hanging upside down makes me invisible.”

“What-“