You were choosing to be a little hellspawn today, cursing and breaking tearing things up, and your mom tried taking to you about it. You locked yourself in your room and she knocked on your door several times, offering to have a simple conversation about why you were acting like this and how to help you. You did not accept this.

So, she was left to call in her military husband, Alex. She told you of what she was doing and started apologizing and hoping that your father didn't have to come in. He stood at your door, ready to bash himself through.

"No, dad, cmon, man, let's talk this out," you pleaded.

Alex thought for a moment before ultimately deciding the fate of you and him.

"I don't negotiate with terrorists, sweetpea," and at that, he busted through your door and watched it fall to the ground.