The shirt reads: “I DON’T SQUEAK UNLESS SQUOKEN TO.”
Three lines of plain black capitals, centred, with no illustration at all.
It is one of a small run of shirts that take I don’t speak unless spoken to and conjugate it into a verb that has no business existing. Squoken is not a word and the shirt is unapologetic.
For the quiet ones, for anyone who answers when addressed and not before, and for a joke that works best on someone who genuinely is like that.
