A Day in the Life Of...(3)

He barges into my room, and screams at the top of his lungs:
“WHY THE FFF*** DID YOU DO THAT???!!!”

I scream back:
“WWWWWHATT?? What are you --- ”

He puts his hand up quickly and says:
“SHUTTT UPPP!!! I don’t listen to stupid questions.”
... ... ... ...

The bottle of Vaseline missed him by a mere second; it crashed on the door and cracked.
p.s. I really can't handle this kind of stress.