Sir, you suck. You suck giant, hairy, donkey balls. That power tool sounds, in our master bedroom, like a three and a half year old child continually screaming in his sleep. May you royally FUBAR whatever project you absolutely must work on with loud, screaming power tools before seven in the morning. And may your wife ream you a good one about any costs you incur attempting to repair your power-tool aided screw up.
Guess I'm getting an earlier start than I'd planned, this morning. Damn it.
1 hour ago