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"Once a ceiling fell in under their weight," Becker said.

I picture Freiderick and Gretchen snuggled warm in their beds, when loud punk music starts pumping from the floor upstairs. Plaster starts to flake off the ceiling, then all of a sudden they're sharing their bed with 14 raucous, snarling racoons. Good times.

They look suspiciously like little masked gypsies to me. But that conflicts with their nazi pedigree.