You know, it would suck to be having your roof redone. My idea of a perfect day is not one which requires hearing KIOW being broadcasted in the gaps of the dampened, unsettling sounds of nail guns and some dudes throwing hammers and saws and shit across the top of my estate. This would surely be the worst of the experience, but if you had any kind of soul you'd have some things on your mind:
"I kind of feel bad for those guys. They've been in the sun building me a roof all day. This noise is driving me mad, but I don't want to go out there and tell them to be quiet. If I were one of them I would be supremely grumpy right now. I'll just leave them alone. Golly, I sure hope they don't fall off. Wait, didn't I already have a roof?"

Ravi struck at 18:34