​     Gramps reached the foyer.

     "Cannon," he said.

​     A sonic cannon flipped out of the wall to aim itself at the front door of Gramps' home.

     "Front door access," he said.

​     The steel plate that protected the front door slid away. ​

​     The hinges on the front door immediately began to squeak from the strain of so many people pushing against it from the other side. The thunderstorm of pounding fists continued on the sides of the house.

​     "Fire," Gramps said.


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