"Range Card filled out and trip flares set, Boss!"
"Just waiting on the cats, or that terrorist in the big brown truck."
No, Murphy. I keep telling you that the UPS guy is our friend. He BRINGS us stuff. Let him pass. And hold off on firing on stray scout cats; they're only probing and you'll just give the gun's position away. Don't engage unless you've got at least six of them in a bunch.
"OK, but the minute that Animal Control truck turns up our road, he's toast. Now how about you toss a couple of steaks on the grill? All this security stuff is making me hungry."
Just another day at the Lair. So how's your Saturday going?