Be careful out there tonight, people. You don’t know what you’re dealing with.
While the Rugrats are snug in their beds, dreaming happy dreams of Nerf guns and Barbie dolls, the Wife and I will keep watch with the .45 and the sawed-off 12-gauge. The mint chocolate chip cookies and tall, cool glass of milk will be sitting near the hallway to create the widest kill zone possible for our lines of fire.
Bring it, fat man.