I like the snare myself.

Drexciya - Darthouven Fish Men

Geoff woke with a start to the sound of a single 909 clap. Where it had come from was a mystery - perhaps he had imagined it, perhaps it was the tail end of a dream, or perhaps he had heard something else that sounded almost exactly like the 909 clap. He had been looking, recently, for just such a sound, and he had evidently been alerted to this chance occurrence enough to wake up from his peculiar early-evening slumber. It was peculiar in that he had no recollection of having fallen asleep, and now was stumbling about hitting nearby objects with a spoon he had found by his chair trying to find the source of the noise that had alerted him. He stared into the fire for a while and thought - "ah-ha! It must have been the fire crackling!" and with that answer he happily sat back into his chair with a smile. "No, hang on, it can't have been that, it's an electric fire" he realised. "Oh I shall never have it solved." He put the spoon back where it had come from, and closed his eyes again to better receive another instance of the sound, should it come once more.