Mr. Ryerson, a new neighbor

You see Mr. Ryerson, a new neighbor. He lives on the same floor, and he just moved in a few months ago. He is in his mid-forties. You don't know a lot about him, but think that he is single and lives alone. He is 6 foot tall, about 180 pounds, clean-cut and more than a little handsome.

"OH FUCK!!!! Drain your balls in me now!!!"

Vanessa's voice from down the hallway reminds you that inviting Mr. Ryerson into your home at this moment might not make the best first impression. You open the door and step into the hallway to see what he wants.

"Um... hi," he says, awkwardly. "You're Candy, right?"

"That's right. And you're Mr. Ryerson from down the hall?"

"Call me Mike. Please. Um... Listen, I hate to mention this, but I'm in the middle of a big project right now, and there is an incessant thumping that seems to be coming from your apartment. I wondered if perhaps you could do something about it?"