you do realise the rickety stairs mean he will hear you coming.....
This can't end well.
Won't be me dashing about on the stairs.
[Note: alternate image used to protect the identity of the hired assassins.]
You know that Greytard and Mewtard won't hurt their daddy.
Cats are fickle. Enough fancy feast?
Pictures of Klaus Nomi are one of the few things that could tempt me to patricide. One more picture and I will sell every thing of value I own. My computer, every once of silver, I'll even sell my car (might be able to get $20) and get an entire pallet of fancy feat. Then, after they trip you on the stairs, I will fall on my sword (specifically the saber you gave me) since I was the one who introduced you to him, and thus deserve to die an agonizing death by disembowelment for that infraction.
(I hope everyone takes these death threats as the inside joke they are meant as! Specifically you Punch, as you also know where I live and I am quite certain that for a double quarter pounder with cheese and some fries, Mdog would be more than willing to tear my jugular out and eat the evidence.)