My apologies, I have a one-track mind. How dare I even dream of murdering them? Them and their little fucking hats they wear, what do they call those? Bowlers? Like, who knew anybody had the fucking balls to try to make those a thing again.
But you're right. I should just use the force on them. I can see it now, a wave of my hand, telling them that they want to take the couch up. That they want to give me their credit cards.