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Apparently the couple in room 211 didn't read that last part about me going b**ch bowling because they don't seem to have the good sense to fear me. During the past two hours they have clogged their toilet, called me to complain about it, demanded a new room, got one, then swore at me when I called them (I was just trying to make a report for Jackie's records about the room switch). So allow me to remind you, 211: I can and will go b**ch bowling with your femurs, and then afterwards have an unrepentant, celebratory serving of Lucky Charms out of what's left of your skulls. Okay? Okay.