Oliver entered the kitchen hearing the commotion from afar. Before he could even look at August or anything his eyes went straight to the mess on the ground. Oliver's eye twitched looking at it.
"Oliver, look at August." Edgar laughed, pointing his finger at August, not noticing the look on Oliver's face.
"Stop it," Oliver ordered in a cold tone. August and Edgar both felt a chill down their spine and turned around to check.
Oliver's face was darkened, a cold air surrounding them,' Scary.' That was the first thought that came to both of their minds.
Oliver took a heavy breath, stepping towards August with a grim face. He pulled away the lobster from August's face and smashed it onto the table with one hand.
"Oi, you two. Get out of here. Get out of my kitchen!" Oliver yelled, almost losing his temper.
