The Importance of Being Real

We lost our keys. So we use the sword to get in. OK, I knock on the door. You knock on your fist passes through the plastic sheeting. And somebody on the other side said, hey, what was that? All right, so I'll just go ahead inside. Hey, everybody. What the fuck? Hey, what are you? We're supposed to be here. Don't worry. Could we pretend to be exterminators or something? Good. That almost always works. The old rigamarole. The old one. It's a big city. Big city. There is no such thing as 'the perfect solution' because it doesn't exist.