As you look at me with intensity and strength, I'm taking back. Why do you stare at me as if we are old acquaintances? I'm not sure why you look upon me with such intimidation as if I will flee. As if I will gather up my things and leave. Yeah, we've battled before. Actually the last time you came to my door. But I see you decided to bring friends this time to help you bring me down. But see I too have friends that stay by my side and they would love nothing more than to take you down. You thought you would catch me off guard, comfortable, content or weak. But I have look outs that don't slumber or sleep. They have my front, side and back. So scram, get off my stoop and take your friends with you. And by the way, once again you lose!