Tumm’s disgust was clear as he faced down Spencer, and Throg was ready to knock the fucker out.
Spencer pushed passed Tumm, “I want my mate.”
“Well, he doesn’t want you, now get the f**k out of my room, or I’ll have you removed.” Tumm said, in that hoity-toity tone one would use on someone beneath you... or what a person might deem beneath themselves.
“Listen here, Tummy, Throg is mine... not yours... mine and I don’t f*****g share.” Spencer snarled.
Tumm sneered at Spencer, “My name is Tumm, not Tummy.”
Shrugging, Spencer said, “I’m not real good at names, so I tend to use name recognition. You know dog... Throg, ass... Nas, Dummy... Tummy, that kind of thing.”
Tumm opened his mouth to say something when his eyes narrowed in on something just behind Spencer. “What the f**k?”
