(Opens the door) Look, I'm not ready to go yet. One more year. Okay, one more year. I have a lot of important things going on right now. Especially at work. I'm chipping away at this promotion-- You can't take me before I get the promotion. I've been kissing up to my boss for five years to get this promotion. I earned it. At least give me that. I'm sure you hear this all the time, but I'm about to be made head manager of the organic foods store I work for, and I think I'm going to be really good at it. One of the bag boys told me that if he were a manager, he'd be a cool one like me. Anyway, it's not the most impressive job, but I take pride in it. Let me do that for a little bit, and then I'll go. I won't say a word. I'll go quietly. Six more months, okay? Six more months. (Closes the door, waits, then opens it again) Damn it, why won't you leave? Yeah. Yeah. We're Americans! It's our right-- screw that... it's our duty to stand up to this guy and say, "you can take our lives if it's your job, but you're going to earn your payday just like everyone else in this country!" Let's do it then. (Grabs nerf gun from behind the couch). Get behind me. (Stance on the couch). All right, Death! You want us? You come in here and take us! You hear me, you sick sack of bones? We built this life with our blood sweat and tears and, damn it, we'll defend it with them too. You've got to the count of three to get in here, or I'm gonna come out there, and you don't want me to come out there, pal! One! Two! (long pause) Three! (Shoots then creeps up to the door slowly, opens it, death is gone, with the corpse of Jack In his place.