 Hey there friends, how's it going? My name is Kevin and today I'm going to be your neighbor from hell. I have a make-up phone. Well, I guess I'm not literally going to be your neighbor from hell, but we're playing neighbors from hell. Or for you Americans who are probably super confused right now. Neighbors from hell, as it's called in America. Thank you Wikipedia. I always try and do my research to make the context accessible to all demographics. Ooh, I always like to start games at the end, the credits. I just like to see who's responsible before I even get started. Right, so season one, the first trick. We should put cyanide in his bagels. And now that would be the last trick. We should ring the doorbell and run away. It's one extreme to the other with me. It's a TV show apparently. About annoying your neighbors. I'd be perfect for this. Where is he? He's up here. Let's play a prank. What if I got a whoopee cushion? That'll show him. Imagine getting charged with breaking and entering for just placing a whoopee cushion. Yeah, that'll show you. Look how embarrassed he is. Oh no, he's going. Run away. Like he would have seen me there. 100%. He's using binoculars and I found super glue. I could super glue them to his face. There we go. This will rip his eyebrows off. If this doesn't surprise him, at least he'll always look surprised. I also microwaved an egg. Oh, damn technology. Trying to self cook eggs again. Oh, he's not happy. Okay, this could cause permanent damage. Yeah, he's fucked. I think cyanide might have been more humane. That ruined his TV. Oh no, we gotta go. We gotta go. He clearly saw me there again, but oh well. There you go. You can't watch the neighbors. You can't watch the TV. Your night is ruined and that means we're happy. Look at this. I'm just breaking and entering as they cheer me on. I'm like, yeah, we're gonna torment this poor soul today. He's going for a drink. I don't fucking blame him. I found a saw and some laxatives. Gonna be a fun night. I took away the toilet paper as well. Use laxative on his beer. I drive him to alcoholism and then I punish him for drinking them. Oh no, off he runs. This poor guy, like this could cause serious health problems, right? Oh, no toilet paper. Oh God, he's coming out. Get back in. Oh, I'm in the closet forever and always. Wait, is he just going having another one? Oh no, he just scratched himself, I guess. Now for an old Kevin classic, the old egg in the microwave prank. What a terrible prank. Oh, they love that audience. You hear all those giggles? Yeah, he's struggling with his bowels. That is really, really nasty sound. Oh, I think he threw his back out. I'm gonna get charged with manslaughter here or something. I really want to complete this level just so I can stop hearing that sound. Oh no, I've been caught. Oh, I've forgotten that I'm not just on the internet trolling people. This is real life and my actions of consequences. I'm moving on anyway. I'm happy with that. I'm happy with that ending being canon. I got what I deserve. It's the neighbor's birthday and he celebrates this happy day with his best friend himself. Did they mean to make him sound bad here? Because this just sounds depressing. I feel bad for him. What a miserable way to spend your birthday. Woody decides to pay his neighbor a friendly visit. Woody, you're coming across as the villain here, to be honest. I found some dynamite. What do I use that for? Oh, look, a picture of probably his late mother. There you go. It's absolutely ruined. Nice prank, huh? No, he's checking his mail. Okay, let me go take a look. Can I put a mouse trap in there? Okay, this is escalating. It's coming along away from, oh, I'm going to put an egg in his microwave. It's like, oh, I'm going to kill him. Okay, yeah, he's putting on that candle, which looks suspiciously like this dynamite or firework or whatever the hell it is. Oh, God, the poor dude. He's freaking out. Not only did he get pain, now he has to look at that picture of his mom vandalized. And now time for the old egg in the microwave trick. What the hell is he doing? Probably getting a shank. Oh, he spotted the old egg in the microwave. Like, this happens every day. Do you think he's just like all those damn mice? Happy birthday to you, neighbor from hell. Wait, no, I'm the neighbor from hell. Happy birthday, Flanders. Off I go. Happy birthday, dude. I hope you had a good one. I'm back. Oh, you're just trying to enjoy a nice bit of pie area. Please don't microwave it. Oh, he's going to microwave it. It's just egg smeared all over it. All right, start off the day by immediately ruining your mom's portrait again. Like, this seems emotionally scarring. Use hair restorer? What? This could put hairs on your chest. And I'm shaving foam. What? Oh, no. Sorry, I just came in off the street. I needed the bathroom. For fake sake. The audience still claps. Oh, great twist. Good episode. He's locked his mailbox. Probably a good idea. I honestly think my guy is just insane. He believes he's on this like TV show where he's servicing his neighbors, but no, he's just a menace who needs to be locked up. He got super glue, hair restorer, shaving foam, and glue paper. The old egg in the microwave prank strikes again. What the hell is the point? Use shaving foam instead of the whipped cream. All right, he's going for some pie. Let's... Oh, God. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, you fucking Egypt. God, that restart. That is not canon. That didn't happen. I'm just standing here listening to him eat. It's like some twisted ASMR for me. I wonder, can I use these eggs anywhere else? How can I waste them every time I do the same thing? Yeah, enjoy that slice of pie. Oh, no, he's realized there's an egg in his microwave. I forgot he had the microwave, the pie. That's kind of his own fault. Like, I know I sabotaged him, but he probably should have checked what it was. You'd think you'd notice. It's a totally different bottle. Oh, Jesus, the shaving foam work is a laxative. Please don't come in. Oh, God damn it. How many times do I have to restart this level? I don't deserve to be treated this way. Well, actually, no, I do. I really deserve to be jumped on like that, but still, I don't want to be. Honestly, being this close to him is just asking for a disaster to happen. I should just buy a megaphone. Honestly, it's hard to even tell where the sound is coming from if you're using a megaphone. Your neighbors will never know it's you. I highly encourage this behavior. Oh wait, what's he doing? He's shaving and he's got deodorant. Okay, deodorant and he left them there. Okay, perfect. Okay. Hair restore and deodorant, I'm guessing. Glue on half to shave. Oh, and there's some soap. Soap on floor. Oh my God. He's actually going to die. Like, what if he slips there and breaks his neck? Oh God, the poor bastard, like, he doesn't deserve this. What has he done? Probably has a hard to go. He volunteers five days a week. Half his paycheck goes to charity. The poor dude. He's going to be physically and emotionally scared after this. All right, I'm out of here. He's traumatized enough. Enjoy your pie, your post birthday pie. Okay, he's had a lot of stress, so it's saying he just wanted to relax by playing the piano. All right, I'm on my way. Why does that bowling ball look like a football? Oh, okay. He's going to kick that out the window and I guess I'm going to replace it with a bowling ball. Yep. Okay, he's gone to the hospital. But if he comes into the bathroom, I'll be going to the hospital first, especially after that. Don't come in. Don't come in. Don't come in. Don't come in. Oh, thank God. It would have been so embarrassing after that. Blocked up toilet. All right, some more emotional distress, please. Ruin his mother's portrait again. I just scribbled over his music notes. It's so harsh. Is there eggs here? You got eggs? Honestly, if I were him, I'd just stop buying eggs. It's not worth it. That wasn't even me. That was your own fault. Oh, no. Oh, no. Someone didn't see me. Oh, he was too distracted by the old egg in the microwave. To be honest, I probably have a mental breakdown at this point, like four days in a row. Dude, that'll kill someone. Okay, now he's a murderer. Now if you rat me out, you're going down with me. I'm going to tell on you. Use stinking cheese. Oh, I think I'll use that on his favorite plant. It even just says favorite plant. Ruin his notes again. And just continue to ruin his one outlet. All right, first to make that nice and slippy, and then walk over at myself. Okay, and now we're going to use stinking cheese with his favorite plant. I was tempted to try microwave it, but I changed my mind. There we go. A lovely cheese plant. And a broken back. Oh, he needs to go right to the bathroom, but it's blocked. Oh, no. He's just farming it all over it. It was already up to the brim. I did all the tricks. Jesus, I'm getting good at this. Oh, the neighbor almost naked. This is going to be hot. The old stinker next door is happily looking forward to soaking in a nice relaxing bath. I won't even let him have this, apparently. But the bad running is leafing through an old photo album full of pictures of Dear Mummy. Okay, that's kind of weird. That apparently gives me license to torment you. I'm coming in. Okay, if he's going for a bath, what can I mess with immediately? You've got to clog the toilet, of course. There we go. Break his back and the toilet's clogged. Perfect. A nice start to a relaxing bath. Use glue with an old family photo album. There you go. Jesus Christ, this is beyond cruel. Look at it. It's destroyed. Oh, what's he got? He's got an egg. What a surprise. I kind of want to just fill the bath with egg. This is just so you'd be like, why are these eggs tormenting me? What have I done to chickens? Oh, this poor book. All right, some shoe polish in the tub, I think. I can't? What is this? Hair restore, maybe? He's going to be a woolly mammoth. Forming bath pearls. Can I replace the sweets with them? Oh, he'll eat them. He'll love them. Oh, God, how is he going to come out? Oh, the poor fecker. Oh, he got that all fast. God, I thought I had him in a hairy situation there, but I guess it was a close shave because he got out of it. Found an empty bottle. But what can I fill it with? Oh, I should have filled it with egg. Ah, black shoe polish on the towel, of course. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. I'm stuck. I can't get out. Oh, I'm going to die. Oh, no. He's smiling, but you can see the fear in his eyes. God damn it. Oh, I've synced this up well. I can do so much tormenting in one go. I'm just one step ahead of him. He's right behind me. I'm going to keep going, steadily ruining him. So it's just one streak of horrible events, one after the other. Oh, God, I thought he found me, but no, it was just his mom's portrait ruined. Thank God. I got to stop using whiteboard marker that he's just rubbing off. All right, get some bat water in that bottle. I can sell that. If Belle Delphine can do it, I'm sure we can do it for our neighbor. Who wouldn't want some of his bat water, honestly? If you're saying you, you're lying. Oh, that's an egg scream if I've ever heard one. He's tormented. Okay, the bathroom is fully rigged to blow. Bottle with bat water. How much could it sell for though? New merch line, my neighbor's bat water. Oh my God, he's so dirty from the shoe polish. Oh my God, his little picture. He looks a bit worse for wear. Don't worry, go make yourself some lovely, whatever the hell that is, with some fresh bat water. It's organic. Really, you got to stop and look at pictures of your mom again as always. Why are you making those noises? Look at the pictures of your mom. Here he goes. He's going to die. Such a funny prank. Ah, there we go. Foam, foam. Spray, he's not foaming at the mouth after all he's been through. And that's it. Give him the old finger guns and you're done this season. We got a season two and a season three to complete. So if you want to see more of this, do let me know. I really like the game. It's very fun and I love tormenting him, even though he doesn't deserve this treatment. Anyway, we're going to end it there, because I think we've gone on long enough. But I hope you enjoyed. I appreciate watching as always, folks. It means a lot to me. If you want to see more of me, I post every day. And I also stream over at Twitch. Link's in the description. But other than that, I'll just say hope to see you next time. That's it. Bye for now.