[ WP ] During the annual 'Purge ' , you arrive at the residence of the person who wronged you . Due to all the anticipation , you forgot that the 'Purge ' timings have been shifted by an hour . Now , you both wait for the 'Purge ' to begin .

We sat, staring into each other's eyes with such contempt that if you placed a sheet of paper between us, it would burn up from the rage beams being transmitted from both of our eyes. Ben carried a finesse weapon, a sharpened butterfly knife. What a total titting smeghead. That's Ben for you, though. He always tried to one up me. Took my toys as a child, stole my date to all the big dances, and then rammed his car into mine last Thursday. I, on the other hand, had a bottle of whiskey and a baseball bat. It was no cursed sword, forged in the bowls of English lords, but it was something. 
 
 We both quickly shifted our eye line to his disgusting clock that hung on his wall. Now, it was n't disgusting on it's own, it was actually quite a nice clock, but the fact that he owned it made it disgusting. His wallpaper was nasty and so was his haircut. Every single thing about him upset me to the core. 
 `` Fifty-six, minutes left.'' He said in his gross, nasally voice. 
 `` Meh-meh-meh meh-nutes left'' I mimed back to him. I was always the smarter one.... and the funnier one too! He was n't impressed. 
 
 We went back to our contempt staring, carefully counting the ticks and the tocks go by.
