Speaking of electrics and revenge.
I had ******* neighbours for a few months living bellow me, by that I mean even worse than me, if any of you can belive that. Anyway, long story short they had loud parties at random days while i was constantly working overtime and thus apreaciated sleep more than usual, had my work schedule been easier I probably wouldnt have minded. am quite a sound sleeper. After repeated atempts at reasoning with these dillweeds had failed I decided to **** with them a bit. Having one of the two keys needed to access the stairwell fuse boxes and a large suply of burned through 16amp fuses all 3 of theirs got inexplicably changed for burn out ones when they were away from their apartment. When they got back with another crowd of *****s wanting to party they found the apartment had no power so called an electrician. When that guy arrived, I had inexplicably lost the key to the fuse box and the only locksmith in town was at my place having a beer with me so didnt want to work that evening.
But being the complete dick that I am, it did not end there, for some reason, their fuses kept burning out on a regular basis after that, one of the three every other day or so. For two weeks. After that people did not want to party there all that much.