“Whatcha doing?” I ask casually. “Huh?” “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” “Getting ready for bed,” he says. “Ah, okay. What’s that?” “What?” I point at the tent. “That’s a tent.” “OHHHH! It’s a tent,” I say. “Yep!” “I know it’s a fucking tent, but why?” “’Cause I’m gonna sleep in it tonight.” “You’re gonna sleep in a tent? In a bedroom? On Central Park West?” “Yes.” “Can I ask why?” “Oxygen deprivation.” “Huh?” “This tent deprives you of oxygen.” SEAL zips himself in and says, “I’m training too, dude. Kill the lights.”
