Ding-y sound of the hellkite's cubicle
Holy shit, the IT guy three cubes down from me has the volume on his computer so loud that every time he deletes an e-mail I hear this perpetual DINGING sound. My day has been filled with DING, DING, DING, DING. I have my music louder than normal in order to drown out the DINGY sound of hell, but it's more like this deep seated echo in my brain, it's beckoning me to walk over to his desk and smash his head into his key board. You could pretty much control my mind with the sound of that DING, I'd do pretty much anything to subdue the high pitched din of the ding. You want my first born child? You want to harvest my vital organs? You want to send me to Afghanistan to fight the Taliban with a lute and some kindling?