[Theo's just come home from work, and it checking to make sure the hazmats haven't ransacked his house yet. Then he hears some muttering and rustling from the back door. He growls under his breath, grabs his nearest spellbook of fiery death, and peeks out the back window.
...well it's not a hazmat... *who* is that? He flings the door open.]
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...well it's not a hazmat... *who* is that? He flings the door open.]
Who the hell--??!