You rap soundly on the door and the man answers almost immediately, his face a red mask of rage. "I'm sorry to bother you again," you say, "but I was wondering if you'd like to give a tip?" He simply quivers for a moment, then lets out a gutteral scream in your face before slamming the door impossibly hard. He slams it so hard, in fact, that the door frame explodes outwards in a spray of splinters that pierce your skin in a thousand places. The door itself is the real problem, however, as the shattered fragments fly at you with such force that they tear you apart on impact, each piece taking away another bit of you, until you're very thoroughly dead.