Ahhh, Jedi Master. This has already been posted.
Tonga? Where did I put that atlas.
That's your bed frame cracking up and closet doors going off-track and the junk on your dresser falling off. I was sitting on the toilet at 4:30 AM when the 6.4 Northridge EQ hit. My first instinct was to climb out and find a wrench to turn off the gas mains, which were all sheared off and blowing gas all over that apartment building. Just a towel, a wrench, a flashlight and sneakers; which inspired others to do the same.