This damn card swipe was going to be the end of you, it’s either to slow or fast pick a damn option! You were doing what it was telling you if it was to fast or two slow oh my god—take the card!

You groaned, frustration clear in your voice as you smaller your fist down with the card in it. Glaring death at the machine, even though it wouldn’t help.

A muffled snicker snaps you out of your frustration and you turn to look over your shoulder to see Wilbur doing the wires near the door.

“Struggling there love?” He asked, with mocking innocence.