Stop. I don’t know what you’re doing and I really don’t care. Perhaps you expect to reach an oil well in the space under your floor. Perhaps you are constructing small buildings. Perhaps you are simply noisily destroying large chunks of concrete for the sheer amusement value therein. Whatever your cause and whatever you expect to get out of it, you are making more noise than a constipated elephant. Stop, for the love of sanity, before I come up there and forcibly apply your construction equipment to your hindquarters.
There is no sane or rational cause for you to be making that much noise. It doesn’t seem to matter to you what time it is - noon, midnight, early mornings when I’m trying to sleep or late nights when I’m trying to think - you continue making that infernal racket until I feel the urge to scream profanities in your direction. I don’t, of course, because I’m politer than that. Damn my politeness anyway.
I know it’s a hard concept for Neanderthals, but there are other people in this world, other people who would like to keep their eardrums for a few more years. So please stop trying to dig holes in the load-bearing wall - or constructing and testing giant fart robots - or possibly just running off your construction equipment because it makes you feel macho. Stop, find something useful to do with your life, and leave the construction to the paid workers on the scaffold outside the building, who are at least paid exorbitant sums of money to disturb everyone’s rest.
I thought I was rid of you six months ago when you appeared to finally get the concept of silence, but no. Here you are back again like always, and I believe you’ve upgraded your equipment - at least, the noise level has gone from “Bloody Annoying” to “Dear Og, The Pain”. Or maybe that’s just the fact that whatever the gloried hells you’re doing, you have decided that right above my bedroom is just the bestest ever place to do it. It’s not. Go away. Be quiet. Move out. Find an actual workshop in which to hack at the floor with a chainsaw. Something before my eardrums or my temper give out.