Michael 

He got home and you were sitting in the kitchen and you slammed down a picture of him, sucking a passed out students blood, and you looked at him and he yelled, saying Michael why the hell do I see this shit on a picture? He looks at you and says I’m sorry I was-shut it now. You say you look at him and say smacking him in the face do it again and I’ll make sure I hit harder with a boot. He starts crying apologizing on his knees saying I’m sorry I’m sorry I won’t do it again