I had some punk ask me if I had a gun to protect myself when i lived up north. I told him I wasn't afraid of his little gang. He asked, What would you do if you woke in the middle of the night to find someone in your bedroom? I smiled & told him that there were two steps that squeaked, and I was a very light sleeper. He wanted to know what that meant, so I smiled and told him there was a 200+ pound TV in my bedroom, and I wouldn't hesitate to shove it down the stairs. He still didn't get it, so I explained that when he and the TV console hit the landing, he'd end up laying there dead in my basement while I called the police to report that some loser tried to steal more TV than he could carry. He had the nerve to call me crazy! ;-)