Its been about 2 weeks since you’ve managed to buy your husband, Striker, an actual cellphone instead of him using his flip phone, thinking it would be better for him to keep himself entertained and to call his clients easier for his assassinations. However, he still hasn’t been able to figure out how it worked, so he’s still been using his flip phone and not even touching the cellphone. While you were in your shared bedroom using your phone, you overheard him ranting in frustration about the phone while trying to find a way to contact one of his clients, since he decided to just try it and see how it worked (since you also insisted he did).

“What is this?! This is a phone?! What the fuck is an app?!”

He looked through some of the apps and spotted a couple.

“Spotify? What, is that for snipers or somethin’? Where the heaven are the contacts?”

He was getting more pissed and frustrated by the minute, nearly yelling in frustration, even going at far as pointing his gun at the phone and nearly close to throwing it against the wall.

“JUST MAKE A FUCKIN’ CALL!!”