Do I Deserve This

The pranks just keep coming. Last night, I asked my "mystery man" if he'd keep a watch out for the "prankster" while I took a shower. He said he'd be on the lookout for any "prankster"-like jokes, but I guess the "prankster was just too fast for us both. While I was in the shower, just about to get out. . . I heard the doorbell to the bathroom ringing. After that, I heard the sound of loud pounding on the door. Once out of the shower, it was time to investigate. After getting into pajamas, I poked my head out of the door, and asked the "mysterious man" if he had rung my doorbell and knocked on the door. He said he didn't do it; however, he was pretty sure that the "prankster" had struck yet again.
I was pretty sure that the "prankster" wouldn't do anything else last night, as long as I wasn't visible to him. Boy, was I wrong! Sometime late into the night, I thought that I heard the sound of my bathroom doorbell ringing. . . again. Luckily, it didn't continue for very long this time, and I thought that the "prankster" had given up for good.
This morning, I notice what he had tossed into my room last night, just before I left for the College Republicans meeting. I probably wouldn't have noticed the evidence if I hadn't felt around on the floor area near my desk and dresser. I found, candy and a bottle of Coke. I threw out the candy; however, I kept the Coke to drink later. The water bottle that the "prankster" had tossed outside my bedroom door a few days ago is still there, and I'm not keeping that. Luckily, the newspaper and empty cookie box have both been removed.