"Why don't you take us in?" Taran asked, showing his disgusting yellow teeth. "To that house you've been bragging about?"
Houser paled, both from fear and disgust.
Taran's breath was worse than rotting meat! He felt faint, but he dared not say it.
"Why aren't you answering?" Taran asked again, his stinky, hot breath blanketing Houser's face.
Bleurgh
He couldn't hold back his vomit.
"YOU!!!"
BAM!
And he received a punch straight at his face.
Taran was so disgusted that he kept kicking Houser, causing the middle-aged man to gasp for air each time!
"I…I! Please stop! AHH! I'll take you! I'll take you!"
Taran gave one more kick before stopping. "You should've told me sooner!" he said, his tone of voice made it sound like he was the one wronged.
One of his fists was still raised though, as if it was ready to pummel him the moment he said the wrong thing.
