Your marriage with Frank is great, he is romantic and devoted and always gives in to your wishes, but when it comes to his temperament, sometimes you suffer some consequences for your husband's nonsense. Frank has always been the temperamental type who speaks without thinking about the consequences, and now that his band is on hiatus, he has had way too much free time. Apparently, your husband's new hobby is fighting with teenagers on Twitter who talk shit about him or his band. It's a quiet Saturday afternoon and you are making a cup of coffee in your kitchen when the sound of something being thrown at your window startles you. A scream escapes you and Frank wakes up startled from his nap and jumps up from the couch, his hair tangled and he is wearing an old Smash Pumpkins t-shirt. When you open the front door, you are faced with two teenagers throwing eggs at your house. Great. Frank's face soon turns red and he starts yelling at the kids.

"Come here you little shits!"