It can't be Futas!

"It can't be futas", you say. "They're more likely to be smash the door down than knock on it."

"Jeez! Are you sure?" Sam croaks. "Who knows what those crazy fuckers will do."

"Ratatat-tat" the knocking repeats. It's louder this time.

"Oh Fuck!" Sam gasps. "We have to do something! The Fuckers'll hear us if that carries on".

Sweat beads your brow as the stare nervously at the door. Your stomache ties itself in knots. Desperately you hope that the knocking will stop.

"Ratatat-tat!"

Whoever or whatever it is, they're not going away. Do you open the door? Can you afford not to?