Just innocently walking into the bathroom when I saw it. It laughed as it flew around my head into the laundry room. I shut the door and laughed back.
Sitting at the computer, when I heard the evil creature enter. It was dark. I couldn't see it, but it was there. It snuck up from behind on the first attack. I must have planned and plotted against me, for I fell back in my chair. I had gotten back up. It was on the computer. Trying to take a hostage. I smacked it with a coke can. It was dead. It's corpse started at me with its evil red eyes. I could even see my refletion.
In conclusion, what we have learned here is, I hate flies. They are stupid.