"Fuckin shit." Simon exclaimed, while he tossed the sheet of blue paper to the table, crossing his hands over his chest, clearly frustrated. Several minutes had passed since he decided to join you, you looked so calm folding that small piece of paper that for a moment he thought it would be easy. But his big hands and his lack of patience made it almost impossible for that piece of paper to look like a bird. "Get this shit out of my sight."