*gets angry and eyes start flickering an evil shade of red as i crack my knuckles so menacingly that the buildings nearby start shaking as my evil badass theme (psychosocial by slipknot) plays* My problem? My problem is that you're being a JERK. A HUGE one, at that. Listen here, bud, I'm gonna guess that YOU live under a rock and somehow DON'T know who the hell I am. So I'm only going to tell you once. I'm the nephew of Dylan Wenzlau's CEO. I have the CEO's genes running in my blood. *holds my hand and summons my ultimate shadow sword of death which can cut through reality itself* So I suggest you apologize..*eyes narrow with rage*..SINCERELY.. before I show you TRUE pain.