When she threatened to walk out the door, I told her that she could never come back through it.
She walked out anyway. So, I programmed the front door to not let her in.
However, I forgot to program the back door.
“Nyah nyah!” she shouted from the kitchen.
I kicked her out and then programmed the back door to not let her in.
“Miss me?” she sung, crawling through an open window.
I pushed her back out, and locked the windows.
At the first rustle from the chimney, I heaped up logs and lit a match.
Burn, bitch! Burn!