Pantsless Guitar Hero?

So, the folks in the apartment above us have weekend parties. Sometimes it's the kind of party that sounds like it should be happening in a frat house, and sometimes it's just loud music and yelling, but there's always BANGING. Jumping up and down, running, leaping, moshing, what have you. It's excessive, loud, and disturbing to the bunny.

Tonight I reached my limit. It's Sunday night, and yeah, tomorrow's a holiday, but still. Amy determined after some consideration that they were playing Guitar Hero, which would explain the bad music, the worse singing, and all the rhythmic jumping. At some point the jumping reached a previously untapped level of insanity, and the plaster started to come down in little flakes from the kitchen ceiling, which is clearly beyond the pale, so I put on some sweats and went upstairs. I had to actually hold their door closed in order to knock on it, because it was unlocked, and I thought it would be rude to just walk in. So, after much knocking on my part, I heard someone at the door, and figured they must be looking through the peep hole. This is how it went down inside--and keep in mind, I could hear all of this.

"Dude, it's your neighbor."
(over the crazy music) "What?"
"Dude, it's your NEIGHBOR!"
"My neighbor?" (many other exclamations of NEIGHBOR from the other partiers)
"The one who thought we were her pizza!" (a sad tale of mistaken delivery and doorbell ringing)
(music is turned off, much scrambling around and frantic whispering ensues)
"Dude, you have to answer the door. You have to put on pants and answer the door."
"Make Courtney answer the door!"
(more whispering; door opens, and there stands Courtney, with crazy pale face and bloodshot eyes that don't quite focus on me, wearing a long sleeved shirt and BOXER SHORTS)
"Hey, you're the neighbor who thought we were pizza."
"Yeah, I live in the apartment underneath this one, and I don't care about the noise or whatever, but the jumping up and down is making the plaster come down in our kitchen."
"Oh! Oh no! We'll stop jumping up and down. Of course. You don't want damage. I'm so sorry. We'll stop singing."
"Really, I don't care about the noise, it's fine, just no jumping."
"Ok, no jumping."
(with emphatic hand motions) "Right, NO JUMPING."
"Ok. Have a good night."
(door closes, but I can still hear them clearly)
"Okay guys, NO JUMPING. NO MORE JUMPING. The plaster is coming down in her apartment."
"Seriously?? Oh my God! NO MORE JUMPING!"