You've had enough of this, you were chased into a dank foul-smelling closet, you stayed in here for over a quarter of an hour and now this leather wearin' grease ball won't let you out!

"Urgh!" You grunt in frustration and kick him in the shin and try to dart past him.

"Ow!" He yelps, grabbing his injured limb with his right hand, this of course leaves his left to grab you.

"Let me go!" You squirm and try to butt him with your head.

"What's with you?!" He demands.

"People like you, I've had it up to here!" You kick him again, he lets you go this time.
 

"Fine," He steps aside to let you by. He rubs his shin and mumbles, "You sure you don't know Tracy?" You growl at him and try to stomp past him, but suddenly he mumbles something that sounds a lot like, 'To hell with it, Tracy'll never know.'

And just as your hand finds the door knob, everything goes black. Apparently he's had a bad day too.