Last night I hear this intermittent rapping sound on my window. I look down and there's this impossibly little man staring up at my apartment. He's throwing pebbles, trying to get my attention. I'm all like "What the fuck". Through some basic hand gestures he makes it apparent he'd like to have a word with me. I throw on a pair of shorts and a tee and pop down to street level, see what the deal is. The little fuck throws a Molotov cocktail through my window and says "Your house is on fire". FML.