cyclists invaded my housde and wouldnt stop spitting on the floor.

I was in a flat presumably my dream flat standing on the balcony looking down and chewing some chewing gum. It formed an odd spherical shape in my mouth so I spat it out onto the street pavement below. A couple of cyclists were walking past with their bikes. When I spat out the gum they looked up at me and scowled, angry that I had spat on their walk way.

They started climbing up the lamppost next to my balcony and climbed over onto it. The head scyclist for want for a better phrase, still wearing his bike helmet and scowling, looked me in the eye and called for all of his cycling buddies to come up into my flat. They then started spitting on my floor to teach me a lesson. These hostile cyclists then proceeded to turn my flat into a squat and lived there occasionally spitting on the floor.