Ok then explain this. Today I hear a knock on my door it was about 2am today, it scared me a lot. Hesitant and with a shovel in my hand I go to open, and standing there is Rasputin in his bearded greatness just standing there. His eyes burned into my retinas with the brightness of ten thousands suns in equal measure to his odor burning into my nostrils with the stench of ten thousand vodka bottles. He pushes me aside and walks straight to my fridge. Terrified I meekly ask him what he’s doings without even blinking he stares deeply into my eyes and he just takes a huge bite out of a stick of butter. I don’t mean like he took a little nibble this crazy ass Russian just took a god damn bite out of the butter paper wrapping and all likes there’s only half a stick left. He proceeded to my living room and just kicked my tv over. Terrified I run to my room and lock the door, I hide under my sheets like a terrified child praying to whatever god will have mercy on me to make it stop. I come out from under the covers and there Rasputin is just standing there glowing with the radiance of a magical monk. The door was never opened and the latch shows it was still locked. He came up close to me and brushed my cheek. He put a finger to his lips telling me to be silent. Without removing eye contact from me he walked backwards to the darkest corner of my room and just started screaming. This wasn’t an ordinary scream I can feel it in my entire being. He’s been doing this for three hours straight he doesn’t even take a fucking breath.

So OP you explain to me how this is fucking happening if Rasputin isn’t so tough.