Yes! I need to find the papers so I can start my vacation and put this whole humiliating experience behind me.

With renewed purpose, you step into the foyer and look around. The house is surprisingly clean, for a 92 year old dead, reclusive bachelor.

He must have a maid service. Or more likely a maid army, you think to yourself.

You wonder if the maids have to answer the the same security questions, but then you think, no, there's probably a servant's door somewhere in back.

"I could have used the servant's door?" you think to yourself, slapping your forehead. "I could have skipped that entire experience?"

But who knows, maybe the facial recognition knows it's a maid, or maybe they have some other password.

Or maybe they are sissy maids... do you want to be a sissy maid?

What was that?? You look around. You thought you heard something which sounded like... a voice, the same cute girl-next-door voice as the security system, did it say something under its breath?

Something about...

Sissy maids?

You shake your head. No, that's impossible. Ridiculous.