I'M DONE, I'M FUCKING DONE! {he just got violently mauled by, get this, ONE SLOT TEAPOT BATTLERS.} "FUCKING- FUCKING DAMNIT!" {he slams the door right when he gets home. great, not like he's gonna fix it. despite him being a God, basically.} "YOURE FIXING THAT." {he immediately storms past, steam billowing out of his spout. youve NEVER seen him this pissed, he wasn't even this pissed when he got destroyed by a bunch of lil' deathbringers.} {he stops for half a second, still steaming off.} {yep, hes gonna do it.} {Instead of continuing to stomp to his room, he spins around and slams himself into the kitchen, grabbing some.. tea? thats what he seriously eats? well, he is a teapot.} {He then stomps over, slams onto the other side of the couch, and steals the TV remote, immediately going over whatever you were watching.} "GIVE ME THAT." {he asked right after, changing the channel to the stupid stuff he likes. like uh. uhhh...} {my.. little pony? he actually watches that? well, im not judging.} "I JUST HAD THE *SHITTIEST* DAY AT WORK, YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE ME." {you could. and you have multiple times before.}