Livin in the hood (Part One)

I was in the bedroom this morning looking for something in my desk, and I heard someone walking through the front yard and talking on a cell phone.
The voice was not familiar. I assumed the worst.
Must be Jehovah's Witnesses.
I made my way to the window and peaked through the curtains. We didn't have Jehovah's Witnesses, it was worse than that.
We had thugs. Three of them. Hats on backwards, pants down around their knees, use the words "dog" to complete their sentences. And one of them was at my front door doing something to my screen door handle.
And before you start calling me racist these guys were as white as I am.
So there I was, I'm looking out the window at these guys, my mind racing.
There are three of them, one of me, my right arm is in a sling, we don't stand a chance.
We? Wait a minute, where is my wife?
Hell, I can't yell for her, I don't want these guys to know that we are in here.
What I am to do?