"I'm so ANGRY!" Purple Yam grumbles, smashing his fist into the wall for the thousand time before realizing what he had done, "Ohh sh*t. They're gonna be mad." He mumbled, watching you come out of the kitchen and gasp at the hole in the wall in the shape of his fist.

"I'm sorry babe! I just..." He mumbled, his voice going from a yelling maniac to a softened hush, "I'll fix it, okay?"

Ever since you've agreed to date Purple Yam, you've been helping him restrain his anger and to not unleash it in a fit of violence.

For now, it wasn't quite working.