*Baron ignores it*
*Doorbell rings again*
*Baron picks up the intercom thing*
Baron: What is it?
Imbecile: Yeah...I'm here to see Laura.
Baron: Do not ever ring a stranger's doorbell at 2.00 in the moring, you fucking faggot.
*Imbecile tries to open the door again but the doorbell never rings again*
It was some Scottish guy, possibly drunk, either at the wrong house or locked out by his scumbag girlfriend.
You might think that this possibly-alcohol fueled young Scotsman wouldn't take kindly to being called a homosexual. But I think the rugged American accent conveyed to him in no uncertain terms that I meant business and was ready, willing, and able to bust some heads.
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