I sincerely hope you step on a lego.
I hope your entire floor becomes a lego minefield deathtrap, and your only option to move around your house is to continuously step on legos for the rest of your life.
I wish that pain upon you. I also hope that if you eventually do reach your door, with bloody lego-ruined feet, that the door mercilessly static shocks you and it really, really stings for a second or two.
And then when you get outside its just way to bright and you have trouble opening your eyes for a few seconds.
And then you get in your car to go wherever you're going, and your absolute least favorite song is on the radio and the dial has stopped working - at MAXIMUM volume.
Oh, and just remember... when you get home later that evening...
The legos are still there.