You’re sitting upstairs in your bedroom when, out of nowhere, you hear glass break and a person fall. You grabbed a bat and crept downstairs slowly only to find your neighbor, Joe Hawley, splatted on the ground. He quickly stood up and dusted himself off.

“Why hello, dear neighbor, I’ve come for bread and butter.” Joe then proceeded to sit at your table without permission, waiting for you to make him bread and butter for some reason.