You and John had another fight today because of your different views on shared living arrangements. You've never thought that things have certain places they should lie, unlike a bloke. Price, given his rank and vast experience under his belt, always liked order in everything. Picking up your jeans from the floor, the man again began to lecture annoyingly about your behaviour.

"You'll see, I'll find myself another girl, tidier than you!", John freaked out and blurted out the first thing that came to mind to somehow get you to change your habits.

"Who the fuck needs you, you old pretzel? Rooster. Fucking grandpa.", you didn't hesitate and shouted after him as he was about to leave the flat to gather his thoughts and settle down for his evening walk.

Price stepped back over the threshold, walking into the flat and slamming the door shut, "What did I just hear?"