Clang!
"Oh god, get away from me you molester!" Fred shrieked as he threw a spoon at Keagan.
"Aww, c'mon Freddie. WE had such a wonderful time last night! The video says it all. You were even comfortable in my embrace!" Keagan snickered as he walked to Fred with his arms wide open.
"Get away from me weirdo!"
Bob rubbed his temples repeatedly and slammed his hands on the table. "Shut up, both of you! The hangover is killing me and your unnecessary bickering is making it even worse!"
"See what you did, Fred? My poor Bob is in pain! I'm ashamed of you!" Keagan looked at Fred accusingly as he hugged Bob.
Bob pushed Keagan away. "Go away."
Fred picked up another spoon and aimed it right at Keagan's head. Lucky for Keagan, he ducked in time before the spoon could hit him. He crouched under the table just in case Fred decided to attack him with another spoon.
Unlucky for Sarah, she was standing rooted behind Keagan with a piece of apple pie in her hand.
The spoon hit Sarah's forehead with a loud thud.
"Ow!"
Sarah placed her pie on the plate which is on the table next to her, and strutted towards Fred.
"What was that for?"
"Okay, in my defense, you could've moved aside 1 second faster," Fred lifted his hands in front of him, slowly backing up.
"You better voluntarily come to me or I'll kill you with my bare hands!" Sarah yelled as she pounced onto Fred and pulled his hair. The both of them were making war noises like 'This is Sparta!' when the front door creaked open.
"It's such a wonderful surprise to witness this cold house becoming livelier," a manly voice resonated from the front door.
All the mansion's occupants turned their head towards the front door.
There stood the doctor who was supposed to check Keagan's wound.
Sarah slowly and steadily got off Fred. "Hehe, nice to meet you, doctor."
"Were you the woman who penetrated a bullet into that a**hole's leg?" the doctor asked with his hands folded in front of him.
"Yes," Sarah answered, dragging the 's'.
"Good job, lady! Finally, someone had the guts to attack him! You have no idea how happy I was to see him in that- I mean, sad. I was extremely sad. I felt the sleep paralysis demon attacking me. Oh and, you can call me Choo."
Keagan, who was crouching on the floor, stood up and rushed to the doctor and smacked the Choo's head.
"Choo, just because you saved my life, it doesn't mean I will allow you to trample over me, idiot! I'm still the person paying you."
"Youngsters nowadays," Choo shook his head.
"You're literally as old as us!" Fred butted in.
"Didn't your elders tell you it's rude to cut in a conversation?" Choo questioned.
"Okay, Mr. Smarty Pants. I suggest you run far away from this firecracker. He looks like he's about to explode. And this firecracker is deadly," Bob pointed at Keagan who was turning as red as a tomato.
"Keagan's gotta control his temper. No wonder you're still a single pringle."
Choo casually walked up the stairs as Bob and Fred tried their best to hold Keagan back from attempting to murder Choo.
"I WILL KILL YOU MOTHERFVCKER SON OF A B*TCH ASSHOLE DESPICABLE IDIOT!"
Sarah chuckled and said, "Keagan, find your inner peace before I bleach your mouth."
"Stop adding fuel to the fire!" Fred growled as he exerted more force to stop Keagan from escaping.
"Maybe you should hire a counselor for Keagan. I think he needs it."
"Sarah, if you don't keep your mouth shut, I cannot guarantee your life after this."