A portal opens up in Bradley's office and... something comes ambling through it.
It has two legs. A torso. Two arms attached to that.
Seems like it might be a person.
And then there's the head.
In place of where a head should be, there is instead a box.
And a voice coming from within that box.
"What have you done with my head, Bradleyyyy?!" it moans mournfully, arms outstretched like it is searching for him. "Happy birthday, but where is my headdddd?!"
Bradley gasps dramatically, wrapped in the fluffy orange blanket he had just gotten from Voyager. Would that be enough to protect him from this ghastly spectre? Only time will tell!
"Oh no- the Cardboard Boxer! He is alive!" The Narrator barely suppresses a laugh as he dodges its arms, ducking away in last second. If they wanted a hug they needed to try harder to catch him.
"Thank you, dear ghost! But also, please don't kill me! It's my birthday, as you know - you must forgive for my crimes! I got a-head of myself when I took yours. Sooo sorry about that! I should've given you a heads up."
He cackles, pleased at his jokes, and forgets to jump away when the Cardboard Boxer runs straight into him