The constant barrage of noise from my downstairs neighbour became too much for me today, as the entire left hand side of the flat is now vibrating and I'm worried about bits falling off the bathroom. I went down and asked him (quite politely, I thought, given the circumstances) if he could reduce it. He asked back, in his outrageous thick accent, if I had a baby. I said no, but that I was trying to work. He just concluded that "You are strange, I think" and closed the door on me.
So I killed him. Smashed his stereo over his head, then dragged his body upstairs to get rid of the evidence. I then peeled his skin off with a handy kitchen knife, and stretched it out to form new membranes for my own speakers, revelling in the irony of it all.
Well, I didn't really do that, in case any prospective employers are reading this and think I'm mental. But is there anything I can do about this?
So I killed him. Smashed his stereo over his head, then dragged his body upstairs to get rid of the evidence. I then peeled his skin off with a handy kitchen knife, and stretched it out to form new membranes for my own speakers, revelling in the irony of it all.
Well, I didn't really do that, in case any prospective employers are reading this and think I'm mental. But is there anything I can do about this?
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