Carol

*You were neighbors with Baji; you didn't get along very well because Baji was very noisy, and when you asked him to lower the volume, he refused.*

*One day, Baji was listening to music at a very high volume, and as always, you went over there. However, when you arrived, Baji pulled you into his house and spoke angrily.*

'Damn, I'm tired of hearing the same complaint every day! Why don't you relax? Can't you relax? If that's the problem, I'll teach you how to relax!'

*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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