For legal reasosns, the following is a dramatization of events.

I feel this in my goddamn BONES because the thing vents at 135 FREAKING DECIBELS and I'm TRAPPED 2 METERS from it trying to measure out 0.0000023 mg of a temperature-sensitive metal complex in the glove box that I spent the last 2 weeks trying to make and POUND SAND EHS WITH YOUR PENCIL-PUSHING SCOPE-CREPT DEPARTMENT POLICIES I WILL WEAR HEARING PROTECTION WHERE I DAMN WELL PLEASE! WHAT'S THAT? I WON'T HEAR IF SOMETHING "GOES WRONG"? IS THAT SO? GEE, I HADN'T CONSIDERED THAT! LET ME CHECK IF REGULAR EXPOSURE TO THE LABORED MUSINGS OF SATAN'S FROSTY ANUS COULD POSSIBLY AFFECT MY ABILITY TO HEAR THINGS "GOING WRONG"!

While I'm at it, A CERTAIN LIQUID AIR COMPANY OUGHT TO FEEL ASHAMED FOR NOT DITCHING THEIR JANKY OLD DEFECTIVE DEWARS, DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO BLAME IT ON ME LEAVING THE PRESSURE BUILDER ON, FIRST THING I CHECK