As Jason made his way down the hall to his apartment, his next door neighbor Steve Dawson (a 23 year-old Goth boy) sat on his couch listening to his blasting metal music. The apartment complex didn't have top-of-the-line sound insulation in the walls, so both Jason and Howard made it a habit of beating on the wall, yelling for Steve to turn off his music, or at least to turn it down. This time it was Howard who did the yelling.
"Turn that goddamn music off, you freak!" Howard yelled through the wall. "Some of us have to sleep, you know!"
And as Jason walked past Steve's apartment, the evil fairy heard and granted Steve's desire.
"Why can't everyone around here be more like me?" he asked, annoyed that his neighbor couldn't at least tolerate his music or his lifestyle. And after he said it, that's when things changed. Fortunately, only the occupants on the second floor (with the exception of Jason, of course) were affected, but the changes were permanent.
And Jason entered his apartment, as if nothing happened. Because, as far as he knew, nothing had.
