Bob: ok (walks in and buys some water, and microwave burritos) alright im back! Their should be a microwave back their if your hungry (tosses a burrito)
(the police walk into the bedroom and start searching) Bob: (whispers) glad i installed this, (he clicks a wooden button and a trapdoor opens and leads to the outside dumpster of his apartment)
bob: alright lets hit the road! (sets a GPS to Wyoming) nobody ever remembers this state so we should be good! also their should be some Popsicle packs in the freezer back their, put them on your wounds,