Look he is a bit clam, before he.... okay now he kicked the living CRAP out of the chair, threw it out of the window only to land on an old lady. He pelvic thrusted himself (with feriousity mind you!) out of the window and with rage teabagged the old dame. After a deep breath,a momentary pause of the unnecessary (FFFFFFNOSUCHTHINGASUNNECESSARYVIOLENCEINTHEVOCABULARYDICKWAD!) assault on the lady, he gets fustrated again when he realise that she blodeth down his favorite chair.

Cuntius lit a cigar infront of her, inhaled in that intoxicating smoke... now he was PISSED!