I'M GOING TO KILL HIM AND SLIT HIM INTO TINY PIECES AND THEN I WILL SIC GOWRI ON HIM AND I WILL MAKE SURE HE BLEEDS TO DEATH LIKE THE SONOFABITCH HE IS. FUCKING US OVER TWICE. TWICE DAMNIT. I REFUSE TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE. WE SLOGGED OVER THAT MAGAZINE. I'VE HAD A BAD WEEK. I'VE HAD HEADACHES ALL WEEK. LITTLE THINGS ARE STARTING TO PISS ME OFF.
LENNARD IS GOING TO DIE.
BONITA SHOULD HAVE DIED. I SHOULD HAVE SLIT HER FUCKING THROAT WHEN SHE WAS SLEEPING.
....wait, I'm going off topic here.
goddamnit, who the fuck gave him the right to make the decisions? He's an editor okay. I'm a fucking editor too. And I say Lennard is full of bullshit.
....breathe in, breathe out.
Okay, I feel a little saner right now. My temper has cooled. A bit though. And major headache.