"Ugh! That is it!" A fist slams down on a table in the other room. There's a rattle of empty soda cans and the clatter of old plates. "Stupid fucking yeens! Dumb slut horses! Goddamn fucking dirty whores!" How can she afford her half of the rent when all she does is sit around and yell at strangers on the internet all day? "They're shitting up the thread with their dumb fucking yeen-posting this and winking-pussy that!" Buncel slams her fist down on her computer desk again and goes to pull...