I have hands... and fingers that are able to reach and pull your earplugs out... Not only that, I also have your mom's number (because of how much we HANG) and I can tell her how mean you are to me
I have a stick I can poke you with, which keeps you out of reach of my earplugs. (Also, my mom passed a number of years back.)
I have an ouija board. Ill eat the stick. After all, whenever I drink hot chocolate with a stick of cinnamon in it, I eat the stick of cinnamon. Im a rodent
I have rat poison. And a silver Zippo I had a priest bless back in college that will disrupt the ouija board.
There are rooms that are like vacuum for sound, much crazier than studios. Throwing you in one of those would be entertaining enough.
Well, you can't cry after being knocked out ! Or being cut in two by a chainsaw. Those are my definitions of messing with.