If you all get too rowdy up there on Level 7, Madmouse, I’m going to get a broomstick and bang on the ceiling with it. I’m warning you, though: don’t make me have to go up there and ring your doorbell.
Sorry, Thin ceilings so the upstairs neighbors annoy you with their clomping around and screams of agony are part of the punishments of Hell. You don’t have a recourse.
I’ll complain to management, that’s what I’ll do. In fact, I’ll start a petition!!! That’ll teach ‘em a lesson!
And if I’m a lustful, violent heretic, do I get chopped up and have parts of me sent to three different levels? Or do I have some sort of schedule where I spend one week out of three rolling weights around in one level, then the next week on a different level wrestling serpents, and then the final week blowing around in a great gale on a third level? If I’m going to be stuck in Hell, I want to at least be sure of being in the proper level of it that addresses my particular needs.