Snippet #1218309

Woken by the ringing of nearby gunshots, Demo rolls out of his bed and grabs one of his sawed-off shotguns and points it at the door. "Come on assholes." After a few seconds pass he realized that the shots have stop. "What the hell just happened?" he thought "Better yet, WHO THE FUCK WOKE ME UP!" While putting on his talon merc armor he straped his grenades and mines onto his belts, packed up his supplies, then he pulled both of his ammo belts across the front of his armor into a crisscross pattern and took the army helmet of the table an placed it on his head. He then put his guns in their holders; sawed-off shotguns on the sides of his chest, the 10mm. SMG on his right leg, and his trustworthy baseball on his back. He rested his combat shotgun on his shoulder and walked downstairs. As soon as he reaches the ground floor he starts shouting, "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU MAKING SO MUCH FUCKING NOISE THIS EARLY IN THE FUCKING MORNING? CAN'T A GUY GET SOME FUCKING SLEEP IN HERE WITHOUT SOMEBODY SHOOTING THEIR GUNS OFF? HUH? I MEAN COME ON!" He strolls over to a guy with two .44 caliber magnums and yells, "WHERE YOU THE ONE WHO STARTED THIS SHIT?" All he gets is a glare so he walks away to the man near the door. "HOW ABOUT YOU DICKSHIT, YOU DO IT?" Another glare so he turns around. "WHY CAN'T YOU A-HOLE JUST SIT AROUND AND TALK QUIETLY? NOOOOOOOOOO! SOMEBODY SHOOTS SOMEBODY JUST BECAUSE HE/SHE GOT BORDED? DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ALL ARE GONNA DO BUT I WANNA GO BACK TO SLEEP!" He then walks up to the bar and politely asked the barkeep for a bottle of wine.