[The sound of rubber being stretched and tormented, like a balloon being blown up to its breaking point]
[Deep, rhythmic throbbing, reminiscent of a packed dance club heard from behind the velvet-roped area outside where the bouncer won't let you in, even though he just let those three tarted-up blondes cut right to the front. "What the fuck?" you yell, and the vein-bouncer just shrugs like, "What are you gonna do about it?"]
[A million cells screaming, "Yaaaaaaaaaargggggghhhhhh!" in unison, as they put on some Limp Bizkit and set about smashing platelets and shit]
[Weirdly enough, some wind chimes]