You’re Mockingjay Me, Aren’t You?

(I’m helping clean up after our group’s weekly meeting. I go to help a friend put some things in the closet when we both realize that we need to get to the shelves in the back and there are three giant beanbags blocking our way in that are too heavy for us to move. To get to the back, we’d have to awkwardly scale them while balancing a coffee maker, coffee, and several other fixings to get to the other side.)

Friend: *to me* “Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

Me: “I don’t volunteer… Make Prim do it…”