I was forced by circumstance to spend the entire evening in a house, and you know, I dislike the things in general. Let alone the English version.
Just as I was about to eat dinner a mouse sauntered across the kitchen.
UGH!
My inherent reckless nature carries me through all sorts of sketchy situations, but I do not like vermin.
Lacking any other solutions (like a cat, a gun, a mousetrap, or Gabriel, who likes to stab them with forks) I decided the only sensible solution was to protect myself with very loud music.
So I dragged in a speaker and blasted Gravy Train at a hole in the wall for a few hours.