One does not simply walk into Moore Door. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Rent-a-Cops. There is evil there that does not sleep, and the Great CCTV system is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with "Wet floor" signs and dust, the very air you breathe is a poisonous varnish. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly.