Okay, this sucks. The noise is bad enough but the real crime is far more egregious. It's still early in the morning and Richie is still waking up, but he has a job to do. He comes walking over with a coffee in hand and a grumpy look on his face.

"Alright, we're having our first fight," he announces, handing the mug over to Reeve. "Where the fuck is my hard hat?"