It is I, Rohr-Shok! By affixing this graphic to your door you have given me power over all the coats hung in this closet! Soon your buttons shall cry out in pain, and your zippers hiss like snakes! Thine hats shall beg for their bands to be cleaned, but no cleaning will be forthwith! Thine hangers will intertwine in unnatural copulations and produce litters of horrible, misshapen paper clips. And thy boots? Ask not! Your simple mind cannot comprehend the pain that awaits thy galoshes!