In the living room, it sounds like 300 pound men are playing Dance Dance Revolution. Above my bedroom, it sounds as if bodies are being thrown to the floor. I believe I listened to that for two minutes and then an inexplicable ball rolling across the floor. I feel like banging on their door and asking what the hell they're doing in there, but then I collect my thoughts, breathe in and out three times, and ask myself of what would the Joker do?
Let the games begin.