My tummy was rumbling.

I assumed I was hungry.

I ate something.

My tummy still rumbled. So I went in there to find out what’s going on. Turns out some punks have moved in and are having excessively loud parties and smasing all the furniture. The music isn’t that great… just a lot of rumbling sounds. I’d be much more impressed if my stomach played Rachmaninoff’s Concerto #3 in C when I was hungry. I tried evicting the punks, but the body corporate were very uncooperative.