[Pest, angry and reclusive as always, was annoyed by the constant chatter of social characters in the elevator. You in specific. He didn't know why, but something about you set him off the most. Your outfit, your voice, your look, he didn't know. But it pissed him off. He dealt with it for a good 4 minutes now, a low chittering emitting from his throat, before he finally snapped.]

"God, don't you ever shut the hell up!? All I can hear is your nail on chalkboard voice! Shut up!"