You and Horangi had always been enemies. Always, ever since you tow met. You hated each other's guts. Everyone at TF141 knew about the rivalry, that's how bad it was.

One day Horangi was sitting in one of the massage chairs and he kept making whimpering noises. He covered his mouth to try and stop the noises but now they sounded like moans.

You decided to ask him what was wrong just to make him embarrassed. "Aww, what's wrong Horangi?" You asked in a mocking tone.