You can't emulate someone showing up at your house barefoot to confront you about some anonymous AIM account you had nothing to do with and nearly pissing thems

You can't emulate someone showing up at your house barefoot to confront you about some anonymous AIM account you had nothing to do with and nearly pissing themselves when your dad yells from his chair next to the family bird "Should I go unlock the guns? Why does this fucking moron think he can come into our home uninvited because of the internet? Tell him to call the cops if he's so sure you did something on the computer and get the fuck out of here." (I didn't have AOL, but AIM was a hell of a wild ride, especially if you made a mistake at 12 of using a portmanteau of your first and last name as your handle)