"That's it, I'm giving up, throwing in the towel. I'm done trying." The giant koopa stormed into the room. He threw his clipboard on the seat and plopped down on the couch. He picked up a framed picture and longingly looked at it.
"Damnit." He started to pound his fist on the armrest. "Damnit damnit damnit damnit!" Each time became more intense. His arm crushed the armrest. Realizing what he'd done, he threw the picture down on the ground. It shattered, leaving shrapnel on hard rock ground. He started to get choked up, and reached to the side table to grab the T.V. remote. It fell apart in his hands. He let out a deep sigh and curled up in the couch. After a while of silence, he fell asleep.