"Why are you whispering?"
“JESUS FUCKING HELLS—”
It’s probably a miracle he didn’t manage to drop his cigarette. Or even shit himself for that matter. The mild heart attack definitely couldn’t be helped and John even checked his pulse for good measure. Dramatic? Yes, but what the fuck did a time traveling Best Buy advertisement have being so damn quiet when he was?
“Y’ fuckin’ shitebag, what the hell are y’ doin’? Goin’ around givin’ the unsuspecting poor bastard on th’ street a coronary? Fuck.” A rather annoyed grumble, snuffing out his smoke on the floor. “Never mind why I’m whispering, where the fuck have you been?”









