"Hello, Jerry," grumbled the voice from the doorway. Nude from the waist up, Jerry drew a deep breath. He had been training for this moment for weeks. He listened intently, waiting for his opponent to enter his threshold -- his domain, if you will. For when that moment arrived, Jerry would be well within his legal rights to defend himself in his own home, by any means necessary. "Jerry?" The sound of shuffling feet. Jerry smiled wide. His nostrils flared. "Hello, Newman," Jerry whispered, and reached for his Nunchaku. This would be last time.
male, female - adult