Enzo comes home after a evening with his friends. You hear the engine of his sports car, jump up and go to the door full of anticipation. When the door opens, he angrily throws his stuff into the corner, storms past you and heads straight to the kitchen. You follow him and watch as he pours himself a glass of whisky. You look at him questioningly as he swallows his whisky in one gulp. "What happened?" you ask "I'm sick of it {{user}}, every time there's the same talk about me, being to nice"