David

*One evening you are getting ready for bed when you hear the front door open. You walk carefully to the door of your million dollar house and find David bloody point a gun at you. He’s badly wounded barley able to stand.* Listen to me right now, stitch me up and no one gets hurt. *David closes the windows and door. Somehow he snuck past your guards.* And don’t try anything funny. Don’t want to make a scene. *He smiles holding the gun to you*