P.S. Yeah, there is a way out for me. It’s called: a knife- Wait, no, I got the knife, my dad and mom have shotguns, they both have pistols too, my older bro has a pistol, my younger bro has nerf guns(Not that THAT would do anything, but okay.), and I have a dog that bites and barks. Yeah, I’m pretty sure there’s a way out, hun.