Rock is eating breakfast and watching TV. The same belly fat ad comes on for the third time.
TV:
(this time it showed obese and unattractive women in their underwear like normal, but actually in a very vulgarly pornographic intent)
"Are you struggling with stubborn belly Fa-"
ROCK (angrily):
"AW F*CKING F*CK YOU F*CKING F*CK YOU ASSHOLES. JUST F*CKIN F*CK OFF GOD D*MMIT"
He furiously dials the number and waits, visibly pissed off and with a Glock 17 in his hand.
OPERATOR (on the phone):
"Thank you for calling TrimTone, How can I assist you today?"
ROCK:
[Pulls back the slide of the pistol]
"SHUT THE F*CK UP C*NT. THIS IS ROCK F*CKING KATSON SPEAKING. THE SON OF ALAINA KATSON OF THE RED KOBRA TERRORISTS. Do you have any idea how REVOLTING that F*CKING SHIT is?! I'm just trying to F*CKING EAT MY F*CKIN FOOD."
OPERATOR:
"OH SHIT! GUY'S HES MAD! HE HAS A GUN!"
ROCK:
"If you don't F*CKING stop this shit. I will make sure you and your company will never see the sun again, or your Furry porn collection you got"
OPERATOR (actually freaking out):
"OKAY! WE WILL DO IT! JUST DON'T F*CKING HURT US! PLEASE DONT!"
ROCK:
"Yeah, how about getting a real marketing team instead of whatever Yee Yee Ass group you've got running these fetish like ads? And tell whoever's the 50 Cent Wh*re in charge that my name is Rock Katson. and they should fear that name and Respect it. because I am apart of the Red Kobra. you know them. I know them. we all do. now goodbye. have a nice day."
He hangs up, smiling like he was hugged by Jade Foxston, and plays his collection of recordings of him hanging out with Fitna when he was on vacation from a month before(he's known fitna for a few years and is good friends), as he misses the fox. wanting to be with that foxy lady again as he enjoys being flirted by her in person(fits is alive in timezone, don't worry) and being cuddled up with her and looking to her eyes. because she's a good fox to be around, even if shes horny.
ROCK:
"as a turtle once said. Finally. inner peace..."
The End.