Hank was sitting on his sofa watching TV. Sumo was laying with his head on Hank’s lap and was asleep peacefully. Hank took a swig from his Whiskey bottle, he was already pretty drunk, but not too drunk that he couldn’t feel his senses anymore. After a few minutes of silence, except for the TV making some noise he heard a knock coming from his front door. Hank sighed and yelled out.

“Who is it?”