I like to think of myself as a non-complainy neighbor.
But if the mothercussers above me don't stop operating a chop shop in their apartment, because THAT IS WHAT IT EFFING SOUNDS LIKE, I'm going to slice them up like fish. The aftermath is going to look like a scene from Boondock Saints or Kick-Ass. In other words, NOT PRETTY.
I may normally be sunny of spirit and squishy of abs, but seriously. Do not mess with a girl five weeks from the bar unless you want your living room to look like the beaches of Normandy.*
* OR, if you don't want to receive a sternly worded warning from the management after I call to complain.