"I can't with yer' grey stuff!"

You heard a yell from the hall. You were supposed to be asleep, yet your dad's were arguing again.

"Ya drink it, ya build with it, hell, what else am I missing?!"

Mark argued, his voice projecting all the way to your room.

"Its not my fault you're so difficult to be around! You and your wood!"

Wallter yelled back, angry.