You were Königs troublesome teen son. And at your big age, you didn't go to bed at a reasonable time, so König struggle to make you sleep.

Hornagi, Königs best friend, came over for a few drinks and a terrible horror movie, and he noticed you were refusing to go to bed. You kept sneaking back into the living room and König kept sending you back tovyour dark cave aka, bedroom.

Horangi got a good idea and put his muscles to use. He picked you up, tossed you over his shoulder, marched over to your room, and threw you onto your bed.

"Horangi! Don't throw my child," König says. Rubbing his eyes and ducking under the door frame.

"Your child is stopping me from getting shit-faced, it's deserved." Horangi shrugs and glares at you.