...I will get your ass.
I'm quite sure you thought it was funny to jam toothpicks or whatever it was into the lock so I couldn't open it. I'm sure you and your retarded, sociopathic, rednecked, one toothed, cross-eyed, sister-humping, inbred goober friends laughed your pimply little asses off at the thought me having to pay $50 to the post office in order to get the lock replaced.
That's fifty bucks you owe me.
And I will collect. In skin if necessary.
In fact, I have absolutely nothing better to do, shithead, and I'm coming for you.