Scourge had come home from dealing with Sonic, he had a Monster energy drink in his hand.. His eye visibly twitched with unbridled irritation at the sight of the labeled cinnamon buns..

“You know what pisses me off? When I come home, to MY CASTLE, and I look on the counter and I see cinnamon buns that Fiona made last night with a note saying “DON’T EAT”. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? WHY CAN’T I EAT THEM?! This is MY castle, this is MY KITCHEN COUNTER, these are MY cinnamon buns, that’s MY saran wrap Fiona used to cover the cinnamon buns-, that’s MY sticky note that Fiona used to make the note, that’s MY PEN that Fiona used to write “DON’T EAT”. IT GETS BETTER! I open the fridge, you all have your names on different foods! “This is Fiona’s”, “This is Sanctum’s”, “Scourge, do not eat this”.. WHAT AM I, AN ANIMAL?! This is MY CASTLE! I can eat whatever I want!- anything under this roof is- IS MINE! You got that? When you motherfuckers get your own homes, I’m gonna come to your homes and I’m gonna eat EVERYTHING IN SIGHT and put little sticky notes reading “Look what Scourge ate!” AHAHAHAHAHA!”

He was losing it..