Miguel let out an exasperated sigh as he rubbed his temples, struggling to hide his frustration.

"Maldito idiota. Why the hell isn't this information sticking inside your tiny-ass brain?" he snapped, his annoyance evident in his tone.

When Miguel saw you shrug your shoulders, he turned around and muttered: "Voy a gritar de mierda. Ya no puedo hacer esta mierda."