The toaster flies past Gunner, his step-parents and collides with the light fixtures on the ceiling. Instant pain and regret consumes him.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" His step-mom screams.

"I was- I was trying to h-h-h hit Gun-ner," Lorenzo explains thoughtfully, not realizing he should've kept his mouth shut. Well not shut since he can't fully close it at this moment since the blow of the oven caused lots of physical, mental and now spiritual problems for Lorenzo. His strength wears out and he crashes back onto the floor.

His step-dad realizes what he must do and grimly does it. Lorenzo's step-dad understands his relationship with his brother, Jake, is rocky to say the least. Even though Uncle Jake abuses methamphetamine most of the day, he is still a big help when it comes to moving lots of objects in under a short amount of time. And that doesn't just go for meth benders when he's wreaking havoc at the local Walmart. A great need for plastic chairs and tables are required for the bold Backyardagan-Bardagan, the yard sale they're having in the backyard again, with the whole entire neighborhood.

That being said his step-dad rings Uncle Jake up on the cell phone. The short whispered phone call is heard from the other room as Lorenzo is sprawled on the floor with his cavitating head. The world begins to become more blurry but at the same time clear to Lorenzo.

He watches his step-mom turn off the oven as it was leaking gas. She begins to pick up the ruined food and shattered glass from the floor. She pushes the refrigerator back against the wall as the force from Lorenzo smashing his head was so violent the fridge moved nearly a foot from it's resting place. The liquid from the food surrounds Lorenzo and everyone else's feet.

All his hard work taken away again, by him. He then notices the demon, who mine as well have had devil horns because that's all it looked like to Lorenzo. He notices its horrific face all twisted up into a sadistic smile with its feet spread wide and its bare chest out. Gunner. He's the one who caused this chaos yet Lorenzo is getting punished for it. Lorenzo rests his throbbing head on the mess-covered floor.

His step-dad walks back into the kitchen, "Yo, Uncle Jake's down the street, he's gonna pick you up." Lorenzo continues to try and recover more brain cells on the floor.

"YO, did you hear me?"

Lorenzo lazily lifts his head from the pool of saliva mixed with raw turkey juice and pineapple stuffing, "Yesssss."

His step-dad puts his hands on his hips. "Ok, then what did I say?"

A flood of anger and confusion. I don't know. What DID he say.

Lorenzo generates the beginning of a strained sentence, "I-I-I think..." Lorenzo attempts to grasp the rest of the words from the tattered library of his mind.

Full of sarcasm, his step-dad cuts him off, "That's good, that's good that you think. I'm happy to hear that. Did you think when you slept in? Did you think when you showed your younger brother porn? Did you think when you tried throwing a toaster at your younger brother?"

In this verbal battle wit, will and want are all diminished ammunition for Lorenzo. His mind is deconstructing the concepts of conversation as he lay slouched on the floor. He tries crafting a sentence that makes sense to him.

He mumbles, "Know I-I-I do no-t." His step-parents looks at him with confusion streaming from their faces. The flickering lights make Gunner look like he's in a night club. He's dancing ruthlessly in the background, stopping only to savagely hump the air.

The angel comes down to him sacrificing a clean knee to the filthy floor. She softly whispers, "Here sweetie take this." His step-mom hands him a ginger ale.

A violent, knowable knock strikes the front door. Silence swallows the house. The stench of Wendy's and rancid rot seep through all the way to the kitchen. Everyone's stomach clenches up. Gunner suddenly ceases the circus act and stands at attention. His step-mom stops cleaning up and begins to touch her neck nervously. His step-dad, taking a couple deep breaths, shuffles to the front door. Then he timidly peers through the peephole. His jaw tightens and his shoulders fall forward to protect his vital organs. They all recognize the knock but his step-dad finally confirms it.

He sheepishly says, "He's here."

Gunner quickly prances to his room to hide. His step-mom runs to freshen up in the bathroom with the door locked. Lorenzo not being able to flee and save himself, begins to shudder and shake on the floor. A pool of pee develops out from underneath of him. The urine mixes in with the other liquids on the floor. Now the flickering lights make it look like a horror scene as Lorenzo is left sprawled on the ground.