You think you are funny? We don't have time to mess around, we have those papers due by tomorrow, and if we don't the boss will heave my head. As I glare at SpookyGuyThree sits in the corner of the table, laughing at my misery. U better get your ass over here, and help me. Half of this is your shit on the table, god dammit you still have your half snorted coke all over the place. God dammit half blind drug dealers, have more organization than your ass. I'm going out for the day, get a drink, and fuck a whore so I don't have to deal with you. (Looks around)

Where is my gun? Did you fucking touch it again? I swear to the darkest corner of hell (throws a bunch of papers on the ground), I can't find it. (gets up and walks around the room and starts too pace). This is why you don't touch my shit, I need it dam it). Fuck you man, seriously fuck you, I am done with your ass. You sit here all the time and just laugh at me. Time for you to clean it up, and give me my fucking gun. 

SpookyGuyThree turns his head, and his grin turns into an smirk and comes at me with an smart ass comment like always.

(O hai.)

That's all you have to say? FUCK YOU