"Dude... what are you doing?"
*The sounds of feet scraping across floorboards.*
"No, seriously what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
*Foggy writing appears on a mirror reading 'Get Out'*
"Ok, that's just cheesy. Will you come out now?"
*In a harsh whisper* "WhoooOOOooo daresssss speak?"
*Sigh* "Look, you're not scaring anyone, would you just come out now?"
"Well, I thought I was scary."
"Oh no doubt. But see, the issue is... this is my turf."
"Wait... what?"
"You didn't notice the..."
"Oh holy crap the markings? How did I miss those?"
"Ehhh, it happens."
"Wait, is this 1127 Elm?"
"No no no, this is 2711 Elm..."
"Oh, my mistake."
"No harm."
"Well... see you around I guess."
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