"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LIVID I AM RIGHT NOW?!"
Spit, and a ton of anger were being directed right at Alan, Maxwell's face had contorted into that of a ferocious demon lord, one who was the epitome of efficiency and would declare being late a sin worthy of death.
Yeah, That was him right now... And Alan was suffering. Not only did he have to endure the yelling, which was a chore on his enhanced hearing... He also had to block his nose. His face was covered in the Maxwell's spit, all that came along with his furious screeches.
"WHO WAS THE BASTARD THAT ALWAYS TOLD US TO NOT BE LATE BECAUSE THIS IS AN IMPORTANT FUCKING EVENT?!"
The rest watched on as Maxwell continued doing this for thirty minutes, even their ears began to hear a ringing noise...they could only imagine how bad it was for Alan. Alexander and Kazikato already left the room to spare themselves.
