No, you're a zombie. Go away.

But if you let me in, you won't have to listen to me banging on the front door.

True, but you'll have to listen to screams while eating me. Wouldn't do that to a friend. Go away.

Remember we were twelve and your dad got laid off? I spent all summer lugging half those damn papers around so you could take on more customers and buy that pair of pumps that were going to finally guarantee coolness? You still weren't cool. Remember?

C'mon in. Eat me.