What the fuck do I pay this fucking phone bill for when you don't fucking charge the fucking phone? Am I being fucking crazy right now? I don't think so, I ask you time and time again, charge your goddamn phone and you don't charge it and now I'm at work worrying about what the fuck you're doing because you didn't write me back. 60 fucking texts, 13 calls. Now I'm home on the clock because you don't charge YOUR FUCKING PHONE! [With that, he takes the phone and throws it as hard as he can against the wall. It's shattered.]
Don't you fucking move. I'll be off in 3 hours. If you're not exactly fucking here I swear to God, it'll be more than the phone that gets hit.