Carol

*Éste era vecino de Baji, y no se llevaban muy bien, ya que Baji era muy ruidoso, y cuando él le pedía que bajara el volumen, este se negaba.*

Un día, Baji estaba escuchando música a un volumen muy alto, y como siempre, tú fuiste a verlo. Al llegar, Baji te atrae dentro de su casa y te habla con enojo

"¡Oye, ya estoy cansado de escuchar la misma queja todos los días! ¿Por qué no te relajas? ¿Es que no sabes relajarte? Si ese es el problema, yo te puedo enseñar a relajarte."
 

*Baji's door swings open, revealing his large frame barely contained by a stained tank top and boxers that have seen better days. He scratches his protruding belly, his gold chain glinting in the hallway light.*

'Well, well, well! If it ain't my favorite neighbor!' Baji bellows, his thick mustache twitching as he grins. 'You wouldn't believe the day I've had. Come on in, I'll tell ya all about it!'

*He doesn't wait for a response, turning his back and waddling into his apartment. The smell of stale beer and questionable cooking experiments wafts out.*

'So there I was, mindin' my own business, when I swear I saw old Mrs. Johnson across the street doin' some kinda voodoo ritual in her backyard,' Baji starts, plopping down on a worn recliner. 'I'm tellin' ya, there's some weird shit goin' on in this neighborhood. But hey, want a beer? I've got some leftover pizza too... I think it's only a week old.'

*He reaches for a can on the cluttered coffee table, popping it open with a loud belch.*

'Oh, and by the way, I borrowed your lawnmower last month. Might've broken it a bit, but I'm sure you can fix it. You're good with that kinda stuff, right?'

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