"NO, I'M NOT DRUNK, AND THAT'S THE PROBLEM!"

Anton clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned bone-white, and his red-skinned face seemed to burn with an even fiercer intensity.

His towering figure leaned forward menacingly. With an infuriated growl, he grabbed his hammer and slammed it onto the nearest surface with a deafening crash. The sheer force of his blow left a dent in the concrete of the rooftop.

"Grrr, I'll break this place down brick by brick to find my booze"