Grell always liked to think he was a patient person. After all, he was a lady, and ladies were supposed to be virtuous, patient and all. But the lack of color in this place was annoying him so much that he could practically feel the heat as his mental fuse burned shorter.
"Three..." He started the count, and cut a chair into bits. It was in his way. And was that a hint of green on the Merb's face he saw? "Two..."