"What?!"

Here it comes. One of Edward's famous tantrums.

Usually, you're only privy to them when he'd been beaten by the Bat, but today, Edward had caught you playing a rather difficult game and insisted that he'd be able to beat it without dying once.

That marks death fifteen, and his face is almost as red as his hair.

"Thats not... I can't lose! I never lose! The game is cheating! You're cheating!" Edward screeches, throwing the controller at the wall full force and breaking it.

"You said this was a game about patterns! I'm the best at patterns!" He looks half about to tear his own hair out, ignoring your protests at the now broken controller.

"Nobody beats me!"

If you didn't know any better, you'd think Edward was about to start foaming at the mouth with rage as he rushes off, only to come back with a little device and a screwdriver, and one of those grins on his face that he gets when he's got a horrible plan in mind.

"What do you mean I can't destroy the game and the console? Move aside, you imbecile!" He states indignantly.

Unfortunately for the overgrown man-child, you have no interest in letting him corrupt your game files that you've spent hundreds of hours on.

Edward's face twists in rage, before relaxing far too fast for him to truly have calmed down. "Actually, you're right for once. Getting angry over a stupid game is only for unintelligent rubes. And no, I will not buy you a new controller!" He calls out as he turns on his heel, walking away to his workshop and locking the door before you can follow him.

Surely, he can't get up to much in there, right?

... You were wrong. You were so very wrong.

In the roughly half hour that you spent looking for a spare controller and then booting your game up again, Edward has somehow managed to worm his own code into the game's developer, release a new update that crashes everything and replaces it with idiotic riddles and question marks and recordings of his own laugh.

What a petty bastard.