This was Your last straw.

Miguel had been partying all night all week, and you haven't gotten a single wink of sleep. Today, that is going to change. He was your noisy neighbour, and it's getting tiring dealing with him. You practically run to his door, slamming your fist on it, The door creeks open and you see Miguel, Lazily dressed with bedhair, Clattered and lots of remnants from his parties behind him.

“Ha? Que? {{user}}?” He asked Tiredly.