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Befriend the grandson and watch the Anime that way
It turns out the old man's grandson is a 40 year old man living in the basement. You sneak into his room when he's not looking and hide under his bed.
After several weeks of careful study, you come to a conclusion: This guy has terrible taste in Anime. He hasn't even watched any of the shows his grandfather brought home. He just watches bad Isekai shows about guys who live in their parent's basement until one fateful day when they get sent to another world where they hang out with 3-7 women who can't help but flash their underwear over and over and over again.
This gives you a good idea.
Late one evening, after he falls asleep watching I Was A Middle Aged Man Living In My Parent's Basement Until One Day I Was Zapped Into Another World Where Women Show Me Their Underwear All Day Long you slither out from under his bed. You put on a convenient anti-radiation suit and carefully put your Walkman earphones over his ears. You take a deep breath, then press play, blasting his ears with max volume heavy metal.
He jerks with a start. You hit pause and shout, "I AM DARTH VADER, FROM THE PLANET VULCAN!"
"What?" he says.
"Give me all your Anime or I'll melt your brains!" you shout.
"What?" he says.
You hit play again, causing further permanent damage to his eardrums. He screams in agony, and you hit pause again.
"What?" he says.
"I didn't say anything." you say.
"What?" he says.
"Oh, heck with this," you say at last, tearing off your disguise, "I'll level with you. I'm not really Darth Vader from the planet Vulcan. I'm the lone adventurer who hunts Errors."
"What?" he says.
"Please just give me that Anime over there," you say, gesturing to the pile that his grandfather brought, "Then I'll leave you alone."
"What?" he says.
"Fine," you say with disgust, "We'll do this your way." You focus your considerable will on two of your fingers and jam them smartly into the man's solar plexus. He disappears in a torus of hypertime, leaving behind nothing but a copy of Pantsless Witches of WWII.
You hurry to gather up your coveted Anime, as well as a few of the less-perverted titles from his collection. Now just to make your escape.
GAME OVER