Severe allergic reaction.
Those three words are never welcome at a front door.
Cloak the whole scene in a pandemic, and I’m hiring me some torch-carrying villagers to run the bloody doorknockers off.
Unfortunately, the villagers have never liked me much so…
Knock… knock… knock…
“Little nut, little nut, let me in!”
So, yeah. That’s where I’ve been for days. Keeping company with poison ivy and his door-busting sidekick, SAR.
I’m feeling better now, but I’m bricking up my front door.