Hey, folks! Fung here, ready to share another tale of frustration and irritation.

This time, my boiling blood was directed at the absurdities of WordPull and a maddening conversation with Mitts at the corner store. Buckle up, because it's about to get wild.

But before I delve into the depths of my rage, let me take a moment to acknowledge Mitts and his undying love for a game that felt like an eternity. There he was, talking about his favorite PC game, "First Phantasy Sun 28," rambling on and on about every aspect of the game as if time itself had come to a halt. Now, I don't mind the game itself, but when it feels like Mitts is on an endless quest to describe every pixel in excruciating detail, it starts to push my limits. I mean, I've got places to be, Mitts!

So, after what seemed like an eternity of him prattling on about "First Phantasy Sun 28," I finally had to interrupt him. My patience had worn thin, and I needed to know one thing and one thing only: Did the corner store have the supplies I needed? Simple enough, right? Wrong!

In his usual Mitts fashion, he had the audacity to ask me what supplies I was talking about. Can you believe it? After my blood was already boiling, he had the nerve to feign ignorance. But I wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily. I cut him off without acknowledging his question and demanded a simple answer: Were the supplies there or not?

And you know what? The answer was a resounding "no." The frustration that welled up inside me was like a volcano ready to erupt. It was at that moment, fueled by my anger and the memory of Burkratus' August Stew, that I unleashed a scream so powerful that it shook the planet. I know, crazy, right? But hey, sometimes you just gotta let it out.

Now, here's the strange part. Despite the chaos caused by my outburst, the planet remained unharmed. Well, mostly unharmed, except for the corner store's door that somehow took the shape of me. I'm not sure how that happened, but hey, at least I escaped unscathed.

So, my friends, there you have it. WordPull's infuriating quirks, Mitts' never-ending tales of his beloved game, and a rage-induced explosion that left a lasting mark on the corner store's door. Life can be absurd, but sometimes you just have to scream and teleport your way out of the madness.

Until next time, stay snarky, stay hungry, and be prepared for anything. Cheers!