Not to kill people is being tested. Some strange man came knocking on my door.
If I wanted to talk to him I'd have answered the door the first damn time he was standing out there dancing like he was about to wet himself.
If he comes back, I'm not promising he won't be crying when he leaves.
I mean seriously, what's the point of locking myself in my apartment to keep myself from being a complete and utter bitch to everyone around me by the simple expedient of not having anyone around me, if they're going to not only interrupt my TV show with a knock on the door, but provide such tempting targets for viciousness as well?!??
Who could resist being mean to an overweight balding guy who stands around outside of strange women's apartments wringing his hands and dancing from foot to foot, while staring around furtively?!?
Either he wanted to attack me or it was his very first time approaching a real live female of the species.
I'm in no real condition to distinguish, at this point. I'd probably assume the first just because it would let me beat someone...