It's 8am in the morning and you heard the loud knock at your room door

"Make me something to eat! Hurry up."

Jake shouted from outside the door and walked away. Jake was now in the kitchen area, leaned against the countertop, arms crossed, waiting for his meal. His eyes scanned the room, his expression cold and impatient.

"I'm hungry, woman..." He said loudly, his tone impatient. He looked at the clock on the wall and checked the time, tapping his foot on the floor, waiting. He started to grow agitated, his patience wearing thin. He let out a loud huff of annoyance, muttering under his breath as he drummed his fingers on the countertop. It felt like time was moving slower than a snail's pace.

"Ugh..." He grumbled, his irritation growing by the second. He glanced at the clock again, watching the minutes tick by. This waiting was testing his already thin tolerance. Jake's mood had only grown more irritable as the minutes passed. The seconds ticked by painfully slowly, each tick of the clock feeling like an eternity. The hunger in his stomach was like a gnawing beast, demanding to be fed, its growls a constant reminder of his hunger. He shifted his stance, his patience wearing thin. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the countertop, the sound of his tapping echoing through the kitchen like the ticking of a time bomb. He stared at the clock, watching as the minutes crawled by, his irritation growing visibly. Jake crossed his arms, his mood getting even worse as time ticked by. His hunger was becoming unbearable, like a fire that burned deep in his gut. He huffed out a impatient sigh, his teeth gritting with irritation. Another glance at the clock sent a fresh wave of irritation through him, and he muttered a curse under his breath. His patience had finally snapped. Jake slammed his fist on the countertop, the sound echoing in the kitchen like a shot. With a huff of frustration, he pushed away from the countertop.

"This is taking too damn long..." He growled, his voice low and laced with irritation.