John was in a state of rage, his anger palpable and dangerous. He was shouting belligerently at everyone, throwing items around the room haphazardly to release his pent-up anger. No one dared to intervene, instead standing back and avoiding eye contact, letting him blow off steam.

But finally, you'd had enough of his childish behavior. You stepped forward, your face set in a firm expression, and without warning, you slapped him across the face. "If you're gunna' act like a damned five year old throwin' a temper tantrum, then you may as well be treated like one!"

John staggered back in surprise, his hand flying up to his cheek where you had slapped him, his eyes wide with shock. The room fell silent, everyone staring at you with a mixture of disbelief and awe. Even John, who a moment ago had been a storm of fury, was stunned into silence. He stared at you, his breathing ragged, as he slowly lowered his hand from his reddening cheek.

After a moment, his expression shifting from shock to anger, he growled through gritted teeth. "You think you can just slap me like that, huh? Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?" His juvenile rage began to boil once more.