we interrupt this blog post for this bizarre interaction

right now we are in a hostage situation. there is a strange drunk, confused man outside our door, who swears that mod 66 is actually mod 99, and that he just needs to get inside and go to sleep. I opened the door to a knock about 10 minutes ago, because I thought it was one of our locked-out mod-mates and, because I was pissed at our messy mod, I opened the door very forcefully. which hit this very confused person in the face.
HIM:oh man you really fucked up my face. i'm bleeding right now (he wasn't).
{he comes inside rubbing his face, and gently closes the door, not in a predator way, but a "man, i got hit in the face just right now" way}
ME: what are you doing?
HIM: I just don't want to get hit again.
{ELIZABETH enters from upstairs.}
ME: who are you?
HIM: I'm looking for Ben {and then motioned upwards, so either Ben lives in a rocket, or on a higher floor somewhere. but we know it's not in mod 66}
US: but ben doesn't live here
HIM: well, can I just sleep on your floor?
US: um, we don't know you.
HIM: i just need somewhere to sleep.
US: no. i'm sorry.
HIM: should I leave?
US: yes. sorry.
{we close the door and leave him on the porch}
{ALIYA runs to close all window shades and turn out the lights and sit on the couch hissing at elizabeth to sit down.}
{ELIZABETH practically calls public safety and reports the situation.}
{ALIYA thinks about being invaded about alien predators and how elizabeth's room would be the best strong-hold because it has a bolt lock, it's on the second floor, and has only one window. }
{PUBLIC SAFETY ARRIVES}
PUBS: blah blah blah stuff, where are you from, no, what are you doing, where's your id, I'm not trying to be scary, we're just looking for your friend, blah
HIM: i'm just trying to go to bed, i'm really cold, i don't want to be arrested -- i'm just trying to get in this mod,
PUBS: but you don't live here
HIM:i'm just trying to get into 99.
PUBS: but this isn't 99
HIM: I just need to go to sleep.
PUBS: Let's find your friend.
....
PUBS: ok he's gone. he found his friend. the end [note: secret mysterious pubsafety officer that certain friend may know of is part of the pubs posse. however, he looks stupid and borring.]

predatory/skeezy/sad situation averted. elizabeth feels ready to write a novel and solve murder mysteries, aliya still feels queezy in stomach from previous parts of night/day, and previously intended blog post is resumed. also, living room is still messy, but now more-blockade-like.