You wait for this motherfucker to go inside and you come storming down the pathway to his front door. The house is a one-storey shotgun with a flimsy little porch. You take the steps up and snarl and kick the door in. It makes a weird sound.
You never felt a door give like that when you kicked it. It gave a LOT. Your whole leg is sunk into it. And you realize the door looked like wood but up close you can tell it's all run through with these insanely fine metal wires, several of which have completely sliced through every artery in your leg from heel to upper thigh. You could never have devised such a devious trap. Perhaps you and this man could have been friends after all.
The End