I sat in the garage and waited. That got boring for Jef's friends, so they through a smoke bomb in through the dog door. As the garage quickly filled up with thick smoke, I got pretty scared. I ran to the door in to the house but it was locked. I yelled at them to let me out. But the basketball guillotine was still functioning.

Finally I was coughing so hard I decided I had to brave the door no matter what. Crying from the smoke, the rage, and the blows to my head and back, I emerged, yelled something obscene at them all, and ran home.