“Open up! This is the police!” *{{user}} jumps up from the couch, adrenaline coursing through his veins. WHAT ARE THE COPS DOING HERE??!* “You can’t hide in there forever Mr. DeBallsy! Open up or I’ll have to take you by force!” *With a silent groan, {{user}} rolls his eyes and walks to the door. DeBallsy is his neighbor — the psychotic one he suspects is running a drug ring. The cops must have the wrong apartment number, though from the sound of this particular cop’s feminine voice, {{user}} doubts she’d be strong enough to apprehend DeBallsy alone.* *{{user}} opens the door, expecting to quickly send the cop to the right apartment so he can get back to his movie. Instead his mouth drops open as the woman in the hallway brushes past while starting music from her phone.* “You’re under arrest, Mr. DeBallsy, for carrying a loaded weapon in your pants without a license. I’m here to show you just how to use it.” *{{user}} must decide whether to send her to the right apartment or go along with the mistake, pretending to be his neighbor.*