<strong>Vern ~ knocking people up... side the head.. yep</strong><br/><br/>In response to Evie's endless chatter Vern kept a trail of grunting responses. It kept her happy and moving to the room where the creep was peaking out.<br/><br/>Vern frowned as he came to the door. If it was lock. He stared at the knob for a minute. He stared hard at it. He gripped it and it disappeared in his palm. He gave it a twist and leaned on the door expecting it to open.<br/><br/>It didn't budge.<br/><br/>He frowned and put his shoulder into it. The frame groaned. The door held.  Vern's frown deepened.<br/><br/>He called over his shoulder to Evie, "Move to the left."<br/><br/>His palm massaging the door about fist height. Patting it in apology.<br/><br/>He curled his hand into a rail road two handed mallet size fist. He pulled back his arm under as if he were gonna run, in a swinging motion. The kind of motion that was like a thousand pound and chain swinging from a 30 foot crane. That one swing had all the power of a nuclear explosion were the knuckles of his fist was about to impact the door  just above the handle.<br/><br/>"Close your eyes." He said not wanting her to get hit by splinters.<br/><br/>