He pounded his head on the wall to the rhythm of the heavy bass. Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom.
He'd attempted diplomacy already. Repeated knocks on the door had gone unanswered. No wonder: they probably assumed it was the music.
He'd attempted passive-aggressively turning his own music up to the max. Some good that does on a MacBook.
Nor did calling the neighbors help. The RA he'd summoned had joined the party.
3am on a Tuesday morning, in finals week. Deridda wasn't getting any easier. What would Deridda do? Hey thought. WWDD. Which was about the sound his forehead made against the plaster.
Deridda. Transgress the boundaries. He picked his book from the desk, closed his eyes and smiled.
From beneath his bed he pulled all his woodworking tools. There's more than one way, he said, to win a war.
A drill, heavy duty bolts for building tables, and a circular saw. "This'll do," he thought.
He plugged in the plugs, and went riproaring to work. The saw and drill screamed their loudest. The bolts squeaked into place. He entered their room unheard. Tied the nuts off.
Back in his room he tightened the vices. And down came the walls. Down came the boudnar