I’m typing away in the living room, when lo, I hear a noise.
I jump to my feet. I reach for a weapon. Aha! My TEACUP. My Teacup of Doom!
And I run through the house, my teacup aloft, whipping open the doors, pressing against walls.
The assailants must have fled at the first sight of the shadow of my teacup, for my home was safe and empty of villains.
I put my weapon in the sink. I still have this morning’s coffee cup in the living room in case the villains are so bold as to try again.
Because I’m always ready. A hero is always ready.