[Ohfuck—] [Mission has been compromised—] [ABORT, ABORT—!]

[Fuck.] [Fuckisgood—]

[Whydoyoudothistome??]

[WIFE, LET ME TOUCH HIS BUTT O N C E-]

[P LEA SE-]

[-CRI-]

[Other female fell pap: -beating the shit out of Ember-] [Me: Ha-] [Me: Gaayyy-]

[DAMMIT-]

[-SCUTTLES OFF TO HIDE IN A CORNER-]

[-SCREECHES AND SCRATCHES AT THE CORNER-]

[-IS TRAPPED-] [-HELP-]

[-CRIES-] [MY WIFE IS ABUSING ME.]

"This is fuckin ridiculous—" Stomps outside in a pair of shorts, a tank top, and some house slippers, carrying a bag of empty beer bottles all the way to the trash.

"My job here is finished."

Kicks down the door violently.

Ember regrets ever coming back.

"Don't talk to me till I've had my cup of coffee..."

". . . ." "Yes I do?? You don't know me nor live with me for you to know if I drink coffee or not...."

. . . . . . Ember's beginning to think this person just genuinely hates her and possibly has a grudge. She doesn't even know this person-