Either I kill the Contractors, or they will kill me

I went back to work today only to experience more drilling, more smelly paint crap and more construction workers shouting at each other. When this did not stop after more bitter complaints to the management, I stormed into the half-renovated office next door and asked to speak to "the In-Charge".

Then found myself facing a man holding a nail-gun. Uh-oh.

"I am the in-charge. What you want?"

"I am from next door!! Very noisy!! Very smelly!!"

"...."

"VERY NOISY!! VERY SMELLY!!" I repeated

"..." (rrrrr... said the nail gun)

"CAN YOU DO THE SMELLY THING TONIGHT? ... the noisy thing never mind." (wisely decided to pick my fights)

".... (rrrr)..... Can."

"OK. THANKS AH"

Then I stomped off, only to miss the exit twice and freaked out thinking that they had locked me in whilst I was talking to the contractor and were going to nail my guts to the ceiling as a lesson to all.