A waste of money! (TIO add a reply if you like)

“Hold the fucking phone Knux!”

Reluctantly, Knux took my phone and held it up, with the speaker phone on, so I could continue my conversation with Dylan Thomas. While they were flying on their jet, I was hoping into the shower at the arena trying to get the cake and icing off me from Jack Puffer’s surprise attack.

“I’m not saying it was your fault I am just so beyond pissed off he ruined my goddamn birthday celebration! The nerve of this motherfucker! Holy fuck I am so goddamn pissed OFF!”

With all of my rage, I kick the faucet at the base of the stand in shower, breaking it. Due to the faucet breaking, the water turns to burning hot as the realization that extremely hot water was pouring on me hit quickly.

“SON OF A BITCH!”

I leaped out of the shower, curtain wrapped around me as I hit Knux, causing him to fall and the phone to skid across the room. I can hear Dylan yelling “Hello?” and “What’s going on?!” as I shimmy my way, like a worm in the dirt, to the phone.

“Tell Lissandra to get Jonathan and Hunter on the damn phone – the tag team match NEEDS to happen. Otherwise I might murder Puffer.”