So this morning around 7, Mr. Klippity-Klop is upstairs getting ready for work, or training for the olympic high jump team. And he wakes me up. Now, his apartment is laid out exactly like mine, so his bedroom is above me. All of the sudden I hear this tremendous crash, like he fell off the bed and pulled things down on him. And he yells, "OH...GOD!" Do I call 911? Do I go upstairs to see if he's okay? I decided to do the less intrusive "stay in bed and listen intently." Evenutually he started moving and got into the shower. But that seriously scared me. Other than the morning when I heard someone say, "You could have beat her to death," this is the strangest thing that has come from Mystery Man thus far.