Biff was woken up by the sounds of noise in his house. He'd been having an odd dream. He'd had this feeling something was missing all day. He couldn't figure out what it was, and he'd been having trouble falling asleep.
It sounded like more than one of his family getting a late night snack. He grabbed a bat from the closet. He hadn't played baseball in years, but he never got rid of his old Little League slugger.
Heading into the hall, he saw a line of blue-clad workmen descending on his house. "What the fuck are you doing in my house?" He demanded.
When none of them answered, he tried blocking their path. They just went around him. He tried again...this time two of them lifted him up and out of the way, then went about their business. "What the fuck?" He repeated.
They were acting like robots. He was about to try and kneecap one of them with the bat when suddenly...
