Basil’s POV
“THAT’S YOUR PLAN?!” Sam bellowed when I was done explaining to my team what my plan was. And like the rest of my team, he wasn't happy about it; he just happened to be the most vocal about it...
“Hey, if you want to die that badly, why not just jump on a wooden stake and shove it up your ass?" He continued his rant, huffing and puffing like a wild animal. "I’m sure that’ll be less painful!”
“Do you have any other suggestions?” I asked with an exasperated sigh, knowing that this was typical of his explosive temper.
“YEAH!” He exclaimed, throwing out his arms to show his dissatisfaction - and nearly knocking over Mona, who gracefully dodged and gave him the stink eye. Not that he noticed, but it was funny to see the 5-foot-nothing glaring daggers at the nearly 7-foot giant.
