Obsessive Component

It's finals time, and I'm trying to work on a bitch of a paper. Down on the street directly below my window, a car-alarm has been going off for the last 3 hours. I tried turning on music, but it was too distracting. I'm pissed. I doubt anyone in the neighborhood would hold it against me if I dropped a cinder-block on it's windshield.
Mr. automobile owner, be forewarned. Tomarrow, after I turn this paper in, I am coming to kill you.