i let out an exasperated groan and grit my teeth. i don't know why you can't just let me into the apartment. i told you, this is scarlet milk. it's a new kind of milk. i gesture to the red substance on my milkman's uniform. come on. just open the door...please? you close the shutters on your office window and call the d.d.d. you expect to see an empty room when the shutters reopen, but i'm still there. you also notice a macabre pile of the corpses of d.d.d agents behind me. i lean in close to your office window and glare at you menacingly. let's try this again. you will open the door and let me into the apartment. don't even think about keeping that door closed. you will let me in, now, or you'll regret it. i narrow my eyes. do you understand, darling? or do i need to force myself in there and teach you some damn respect?