You spent in on $1 boxes of cigarettes on the way home from the drug store. The harpy screeches, snatches up Ambrogio, and flies through the hole in the ceiling. "Where the hell Ima sposta get my soul food now. Popeyes charge too much for my welfare ass!"
"We could... call the cops?" you suggest. Everyone gasps and backs away, more horrified than they were at the harpy.
Call the cops.
