After closing time at the bar, Darren was proudly showing a group of friends his new apartment. He drunkely stumbled to the bedroom where one of his friends noticed a large, brass gong and mallet sitting in the corner.

“What’s up with the big gong?” she asked. Darren smiled and threw himself on the bed.

“It’s not a gong Sarah,” he said while staring at the ceiling. “It’s a talking clock.”

“A talking clock?” Sarah sounded incredulous. “No way.”

Darren hopped up from the bed and grabbed hold of the mallet. “Watch. Hey! Guys!” He yelled to the rest of his friends. “Pay attention! It’s my talking clock.” His friends laughed at their drunk friend. Darren wound up, gave the gong an ear shattering pound, and stepped back. Everyone stood looking at each other for a moment…

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the other side of the wall. “Hey, you asshole! It’s three-fifteen in the morning!”

Darren smiled sheepishly and walked to the kitchen to grab a cold beer.