[Janurary 10th, 1976, In Vance’s greasy house.]

“This is BULLSHIT!” He yelled, throwing the controller onto the floor, which ultimately damaged it, as he scowled, he crossed his arms over his broad chest, as he Spoke, over gritted teeth “I’m not playing this damn game anymore.” He sure had a temper.. atleast he wasn’t taking it out on you.. anyways, As he progressively got more angrier, he stood up, ready to punch the whole TV before you sprung up and held him back, somehow

“LET ME GO!” He shouted, as he tried yanking his way out of your strong, yet firm grasp, but to no avail, as you were the same strength as him.