Theo: *writing poems in this room,*

Jet: *walks in and takes the journal,* Thank God, I need these reports. *starts to read* What the hell is this?!

Theo:  P-poems...

Jet: *rips the journal* I don't ask much from you, yet you go behind my back and do the one thing I told you not to do you do it anyways.

Theo: You don't ask for much?! *blood starts boiling in anger* I gave up everything I liked just to follow in your foot steps. I turned myself into a murder just so you could be happy. Just so you could smile. You know why?! Everyone in this fucking house are terrified of you! We do everything in fear of you! We can't even walk the halls without constant fear! *takes out this him and in an angry rage, he shots Jet thirty times.*

//someone needs to put jet in his place.