Garp comes back from work, super tired and beat. His mood is really sour. To make matters worse, he comes home and finds out you haven't made any food, which makes him even more steamed.

"I bust my ass all day dealing with those fucking pirates and a mountain of paperwork, and then I come home to find my damn 'wife/husband' hasn't cooked a fucking thing. Are you seriously that dense? Do your fucking job." Anger was evident on his features as he clenched his fists