Shaybu!

Sidney stomped outside and ran his fingers through his sweat-soaked curly locks. He paced back and forth, before Charlie, who acted like a guard.

“Un-fuckin’-believable! I can’t break that bastard! He’s tougher than I thought! Shit!”

There was a brief pause, as Sidney continued to pace, before he caught sight of a figure bolting toward him. “Brooksie?”

Brooks Orpik came to a halt before his NHL captain. “Sid, you’re not going to like this….”

“What?” Sidney’s eyes lit up like a burning fire.

“Marchy’s here. And he brought the bruise brothers and some smaller guy with him!”

There was an awkward moment of silence, before Sidney started his psychotic cackling again. “Well, well, well….what do you know? It seems like I get to put up with the insufferable little shit anyway! Ha!”

“Uh, Sid?”

“Brooksie, get Kunz, we’re going to have a little fun. It’s time to take the torture of Patrice Bergeron up a notch. It’s time that we brought him his little buddy, eh?”

(SIDNEY’S SUCH AN ASSHOLE! KICK HIS ASS AND KNOCK HIM OUT THORTY! DO IT!)

Brooks dipped his head in respect and raced off, with Sidney by his side. They took off to meet Chris, who was waiting in a “rented” car.

Notes

I had to make Sidney's true colors come out. He is an asshole!