He stomped into the room, fists clenched, shoulders tense.
"Grrr! Grrr! Grrr!"
"Snakes and bastards!" (Thank you Agatha Raisin.)
"I am overwhelmed by anger!"
"And the really bad part," he continued, "is that I can tell it's getting in my way!"
"All I want to do is bury myself under the bed and hide out 'til it's all over!"
What do ya say? Ever been there?