You start to head for the door, but suddenly stop...staring at the coat rack before you in horror.

The letter had taken you seventeen hours to perfect. You have no idea whether you should put on your thin wool scarf or your thick velvet one.

This decision will affect THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!

Luckily, you already have your computer on and one quick visit to “Weather or Not” dot com (your personal favorite way to check what the outside is like without dealing with that pesky “Outside” thing) and you realize it’s a wool scarf kinda day. The scarf wraps around your head once, twice, half, leaving its tail hanging down your back in a fashion your mother would not approve of.

Your hand reaches for the doorknob.

Barely touching the metal your palm feels the brush of the doorknob turning against it.

Turning WITHOUT YOU.

 

SOMEONE IS COMING INTO YOUR APARTMENT!

 

What do you do?

Run away to the back door as quickly as possible because you know it’s either a) A serial killer b) Your future self come back via time machine to warn you of danger lying ahead (you really aren’t in the mood to see if you lose your hair by 30, thank you very much!) or worst of all...c) It could be Furboa!

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Grab one of the many many weapons you keep by the door and start swinging, throwing, nun-chucking, lawn mowin’, poisoning, and generally scaring the begeebies out of anyone who might be at the door (it’s Furboa, it’s ALWAYS Furboa!)