If you aren't aware of this story, take a gander at the message below. Once you're caught up, I have a question.

The Evil Business Suit Lady is gonna be back today (sometime *grumbles*) and I've been racking my brain to figure out exactly what to say to her, if anything at all. How can I express to this woman 1. Never ever come into my apartment without permission. 2. I don't appreciate your accusitory tone. 3. I do not trust your employees.

...Y'know... without seeming like a riotting bitch...

Any Suggestions?
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So there I was... sitting on my couch, working on my final animation with my headphones up loud enough that  I don't hear the two, halfhearted knocks on my door. Before my brain could register it,  three people in business suits charge into my apartment and into my living room. Shocked, I launch up from the couch (in my PJ's that are pretty much for comfort only, they aren't exactly approved for outside viewing) and kinda just look at these random people coming into my house with a Holy Shit Face.

For those confused, the Holy Shit Face looks like this:

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So I pretty much go WTF to the guy and the two girls, they look at me in my not so covering attire, proceed to tell me that I must agree to a bug inspection of my apartment. Now I knew this building had occasional bug problems, I haven't really had a problem since I moved in, I've been fairly careful and I go outta my way to keep the place picked up so that I would notice if I did have a problem.

So, being it mid-finals week, I'm dead tired, there's several books, some pillows, a stack of stuffed animals, and I hadn't got the chance to put my luggage away from my trip back home last week... and that's it. Pretty much in the entire apartment. Apparently, to them, this translates to that I must be a complete and total  bug magnet slob. Joy.

Before my finals addled mind could stop them, these people charge in, scoffing and looking down their nose at me (I remind you, not very clothed cause they just walked in) refusing to talk to me as they sweep through the place noting that I have a stuffed cow sitting on the floor... y'know, cause only heathens and white trash have giant stuffed cows apparently....They do this for a bit before I gather my not too considerable wits and give them another round of WTF.

Apparently they say that I've been talking to them for weeks, complaining that I don't get notices for checkups and bug stuff. That now I can't say no, cause they gave me ample warning. Which is odd, since I haven't talked to them in two months.  Liars.

Dude, you have my mailbox key, drop a note in there, I check it. If you're gonna walk into my house while I'm half naked, at least make some kind of try at giving me a heads up. ...WTF....I don't think there's anything I can do about this, and I barely recognize what those people said to me.........what the hell... Apparently they're coming back tomorrow. Guys, I have finals to do!


................Feh.

Update: apparently  the whole thing was a mistake. After a good few minutes and being put on hold twice, the ladies in the office finally figured that out and offered a halfhearted explanation. They were supposed to go harass the person in building two and I'm in three. They never did apologize...

(Now edited after a nap. I am not that grammatically retarded.)