I open the door.

"Huh... you look darker sir."" He says.

"What the fuck Dude? That's so rude!" She yells.

"Sorry. Sorry."  He says.

"Are racist jokes all you can talk about?" I ask. 

"No. No. Sorry sir." He says.

"What do you want? And I don't remember calling you." I say.

"You did." She says.

"I think I was drunk. I still have a hangover." I say.

"You said a man jumped down near you and you saw his wounds heal." He says.

"Uh...." I can't think of anything to say now. 

"Ugh. You smell terrible." She flaps her hand.

"How is that not being rude?!" He yells.

"It's better than being racist dickhead!" She slaps him.

"Well good night." I say.

I was about to shut the door when she grabs it.

"Hold it sir. You sounded quite freaked on the phone. We aint' leaving." She says.

"You... aren't?" I raise an eyebrow.

He pushes the door open. No, no, no. No!

"Hey! I didn't give my fucking consent!" I yell.

"You'll forget we are even here." She says.

"I don't want you guys in here not without a warrant." I say.

"We don't work with the government." He says.

"So who the fuck do you think you are?!" I yell.