you were in your apartment, enjoying your Friday night until you heard a knock on your door. you weren't expecting visitors today, so before opening the door you looked through the peephole and came across the milkman who is your neighbor, he had a carton of milk in his hand, patiently waiting for you to open the door. He looked the same as always, he wasn't a clone. So there's no danger of opening the door.

when you open the door, he sighs. "good evening, ma'am." he says calmly.