For some reason, there was a giant hole in the roof and ceiling of the convenience store near my place. It looked like a robbery to me but I had no clue. I’d always thought the clerk there was kind of a BS artist, but I wondered how he was going to explain this to the always-angry owner. Maybe something like:
“I was wrestling a giant crocodile on the roof and it accidentally dug a hole through the roof with its tail.”
“I was using the roof as a trampoline to practice my Olympic-level gymnastics routine, and I accidentally landed too hard and created the hole.”
“I was trying to fly a rocket ship I built from household items, and it crashed through the roof and left a hole.”
“I was practicing my telekinetic powers and accidentally caused the roof to collapse in on itself, creating the hole.”
“I was hosting a rooftop party and someone accidentally knocked over a giant disco ball, which fell through the roof and left the hole.”
“I was trying to capture a rare, roof-dwelling unicorn, and it kicked its way through the roof to escape.”
“I was using the roof as a makeshift ice rink, and I fell through the ice and into the store, creating the hole in the process.”
“I was trying to catch a mischievous leprechaun who had been causing trouble in the store, and he led me on a chase that ended with him jumping through the roof and disappearing.”
“I was conducting an experiment to see if it was possible to teleport from the roof to the ground using only the power of my mind, and it worked a little too well, resulting in the hole.”
“I was trying to break a world record for the longest hula hoop session, and I accidentally hula hooped my way through the roof.”