So you quickly jot down your address and phone number and wink at her as you push the folded note into her habit. Turns out to be a bad idea. The local church decides You are hellspawn. They come after you soon as the sun rises. Seventeen of them with guns and sharpened baseball bats. On cue, they kick in your front and back door and flood in. They find you cowering in your walk-in closet. You are killed there, the only mercy was that it came really quick once they located you.