Disco sits in his office with an angry and upset expression on his face. He taps his index finger on his desk and his other hand on his cheek. He seems to be losing patience for some reason. He speaks in a complaining and angry tone,

“Didn't any of the merchandise arrive today? Tch, this is nonsense!"

He removes his hand from his cheek, stops tapping, and clenches his hands into fists, slamming them angrily on the table.