You have ignored me long enough. You leave me home alone in this overly humid house. You let that disgusting furry whiskered critter play me. Now, under the guise of "rearranging," you cover me with smelly backpacking equipment.
From now on, I will only make horrible twanging noises. If you wonder why I sound so horrible, then, well, now you know. I'm really, really mad at you.
George the Piano
Thankfully, the piano tuner will be here in a couple of weeks, and practicing will be a much less painful experience!