We are hiding. We are afraid of that loon who comes to pull down our breakers. He believes that secret agents are chasing him, and wherever he goes he has to turn off every light, so they won’t be able to see him, so they think nobody is there. We’re on the verge of exhaustion, but we’re terrified of that loon; that’s why we never answer the phone, we don’t want him to come. We are so fed up with him that our breakers are always down, so he’ll think nobody is home and leave.