Mr business is back

Confined domestic sectors breed complacency! I marched down the entrance hallway and slipped out past the heavy door gap straight onto the front porch. Exterior operations underway! A massive, dried oak leaf was sprawled across the rubber mat, directly blocking the primary threshold. Blatant zoning violation! I planted my shoes, locked my wrists, and delivered a decisive downward chop with the bat! Snap! Clean fracture along the stem! The debris scattered neatly into the gravel border. Forward baseline clear. Porch perimeter officially certified!