Good evening, I am the site's daily stalker. Every day you must feed me a Baby Ruth bar by sending it to the Pentagon's basement (a.k.a. the Penthouse). If you do not come to meet the terms, I will put on a hockey mask, buy a machete, hunt you down, corner you, and then disappear into the night going "Ch-ch-ch, ha-ha-ha...". Or I will let loose a rabid mongoose (ha, i rhymed) to feast upon your own bloody medium rare steaks and you'll suffer without dead cow to eat until your local store puts a decent sale on all protein items. but you wont survive, you must have the cow to feast upon so that you won't turn into Mr. Hyde.
Other than that, welcome!