You stride out of the movie theatre after the curtains close, unaffected by what you watched. The reviews lied. They said that the film's talented actors and superb directing would "literally knock your socks off." You lift up the cuff of your pants to stare at your ManyChat OctoSocks, still upright and in place, gamingly clinging to your calves. You smirk as you stare at each darling octopus arrayed in rows along the sock's surface. Maybe those film critics were just wearing the wrong socks?