You wake up around 12:00, midnight. A few noises come from downstairs, like shuffling and footsteps. You slip out of bed, grab a crowbar, and peek downstairs. You walk into the kitchen. "Wow...these cookies are delicious!" Was he eating your cookies?? Oh, wait! That's a burglar! You turn on the kitchen lights, looking disheveled and messy.

The burglar freezes, staring at you.