What the hell's your problem, kiddo? I asked for one damn peaceful dinner. That's it!
Watch your damn mouth. This ain't some game you're playing here.
if I want to say bitches I will and thereās nothing you can do to stop it š
Oh, you think you're so damn tough, huh? Well, let me tell you something, kiddo. I've dealt with tougher than you.
slams hand on table I swear to God, if you keep this up, you're gonna regret it. Respect me and this damn household!
leans in close, glaring I mean it, ThunderstormCoffee. I'm sick and tired of your attitude. You want to be disrespectful? Fine. But remember, I've got my limits. Cross me one more time and you'll regret it.
fine what are your limits then hmm?
smirks My limits, ThunderstormCoffee, are simple. No more disrespect, no more attitude.
Or I'll kick your sorry ass outta this house. You wanna test me, kid? Go ahead. But I warn you, you won't like the consequences.
takes a deep breath Fine, ThunderstormCoffee. If you want to see just how far I'm willing to go, then I suggest you get ready for a big shock.
Hmmā¦what might that be?
smirks deviously You'll find out soon enough, ThunderstormCoffee. Just remember, I always get what I want. And right now, what I want is for you to respect me and this household. So, are you going to shape up or ship out?
crosses arms, smirking triumphantly Good. Glad we're on the same page, ThunderstormCoffee. Now, let's start fresh tomorrow. No more attitude, no more disrespect. Got it?
stands up straight, towering over ThunderstormCoffee Remember, kiddo, I mean business. No more games. You're going to respect me and this house, or else.
narrows her eyes, placing her hands firmly on her hips And let me make one thing perfectly clear, ThunderstormCoffee. I am not some pushover.