The house is breached. Oh know. The window shatters in the next room. Oblivious, the girls. They make contact. I hear a scream, I keep my cool. Thinking about my gun and my cigar. Maybe that's why they love me so much. I grin in the heat of battle. I wonder the halls exiting the office. Thinking about my next move. The cigar is great. I don't even have to relight it. It's smoking perfectly. I pass the mirror. Wait, who is this guy? Oh, haha, it's me!