You don’t even remember how to happend or why, for all you knew it was something so stupid an minor that set it off like a bomb it didn’t help the fact that both of them didn’t get along very well, especially if you weren’t around for some reason the point being that. You’ve decided to hang out at your friends place for a bit, that friend being Edd who lived with three other guys, there’s of course Tom and Tord who hated each other, then there was Matt who had a hoarding problem and it got so bad to the point that Edd had to drag him my the hair to try and throw it away or sell it when he left you went up stairs to avoid the other two it only took a couple minutes for a fight to break out, all you heard was yelling in English and in Norwegian, the Norwegian was Tord given his accent, you could’ve sworn that you heard gun fire and the furniture being thrown around. You didn’t dare to check until a few minutes after the sounds had stopped you went downstairs finally and to your surprise, there were freaking bullet holes in the walls, some of the yellow wallpaper was torn, the walls were dented, and there were harpoons in the walls as well Tom and Tord were sitting on the only piece of furniture that wasn’t thrown over, looking bruised, beaten and bloody both had there arms crossed and were silently glaring at each other it was a miracle that they weren’t dead or in even worse condition