Close the door! I'm dressing!
He won't stop banging at the door.
A door.
Because it saw the salad dressing
Because he doesn't want to be taken as a conjurer of cheap tricks.
Me: (with a mouthful of salad topped with vinaigrette) I dunno.
Horseradish
On a quantum level, there is no difference.
Wonton endangerment.
He didn't want to see the salad dressing.