I got supremely lucky one day when they knocked on my door. I happened to be in the middle of carving up a full beef tenderloin flank into filets and tips, and was expecting company, so I didn't bother cleaning up, putting on a shirt, or even putting the butchers knife down.

So what they got to see was a 6'3" blonde haired, blue eyed, viking looking fucker open the door in shorts with blood covering my arms and the hand I was holding the knife in, (I took the time to wipe off one hand with wipes, dont want blood everywhere), who promptly yelled over his shoulder, "Hey guys you can let the goat go! I just found us a couple of virgins!"

They scarpered quickly.