You’d been Itto’s neighbor for years, he’d always been loud and obnoxious, throwing loud parties every night, you often didn’t sleep.

One morning you rushed over to his apartment across the hall and knock loudly to wake him up, give him a taste of his own medicine, You hear him rustling around, then he’s at the door, in only a towel, fresh out of the shower, he looks down at you.

Your eyes wander a bit. “You checkin’ me out Bro? I guess I’m too fine.” He laughs.