And you shall get no answers, apart from this: we were into a lot of stupid shit, such as figuring our how to open the main junction box for the door bell/intercom. People could still ring to get in, but it was impossible to speak through it and be heard downstairs. Because we had an old leftover discman available and found a DC powersupply inside that we could jury rig. That way we could play Dimmu Borgir on repeat 24/7 for anyone on street level. The “Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia”, if I remember correctly.