Chapter 35: Ten Things I Hate About Shrews, Part 4

No sooner does Lavian return to her unit, giving herself some time to recharge…

...and to tell at a later time eight more of the things she hates about that creep, Juan Miguel Juvama.

So what do we do know?

Man, now my head's acting a little weird.

Maybe it's due to the coffee I drank an hour ago, and the caffeine is hitting my head in a weird way?

OK, we'll all take a brief rest like what she's doing.

One hour later…

Alright. Now my caffeine-induced abnormality in my head is gone.

Time to spring myself into action with some cookies and orange juice.

And of course, Leigh and Aurora have to partake in those simple treats, too.

After that, we watch some more television.

Oh, it's a brand new episode of that Japanese TV show with the giant of light.

It doesn't feature any giant monster action, but the episode's plot is engaging nonetheless.

The airship that serves as the base for the band of heroes runs out of power, and it's up to a genius alien to fix it.

While the crew and the alien cooperate to fix the power issues, the alien wastes no time roasting the crew's newbie members.

The alien is known to have a sharp tongue. He hates it if he's being called cute, for once.

Not to mention the fact that he does the roasting as a form of "tough love", as he once worked with the crew's predecessors, who all parted ways when the alien threat that menaced the Earth ten years ago was dealt with.

Alright, that was thirty minutes well spent.

Now to watch more boring television.

One and a half hours later…

We three all hear a knock on the door.

We all expect Lavian to be at the other side of the door.

And we're proven right.

She says the first word.

"Now that I've rested enough, and I know you three did the same, it's time for me to expose the third and fourth things I hate about that creep."

We all sit comfortably here in the living room before she initiates.

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The third thing I hate about Juan Miguel… is his stinking elitism.

Like he and his like-minded creeps want to own a space that other people deserve more.

I've first learned of that attitude of his from a distant friend of mine who lives in North Vancouver.

He is the owner of a bar that is much like the bar you three practically work in.

One night, there was a party that was so vibrant, where many people just gaily dance to the beats provided by the DJ.

But then, the bar's door opened, and a group of men who were lousily-dressed came into the scene and started catcalling.

It seemed someone let the dogs out, but the bouncers fortunately kicked them out minutes later.

The incident was a hot topic on social media the day after.

While many people were supportive of the move to kick out the catcallers, some people were quick to defend these curs.

And to no one's surprise, Juan Miguel was out there in full force, defending those dogs.

Here are some screenshots of his comments that were dripping with a creepy kind of elitism.

<Juan Miguel Juvama> When those self-styled "warriors of social justice" and their minions mess up the local bar scene, I only see two ways out for all of us: MASS EMIGRATION or A CIVIL WAR. But I prefer a CIVIL WAR!

<Bigson Boyden Guadeloupe> Man, you're stirring up so much drama. A civil war, right away? Man, why must you be a war freak?

<Juan Miguel Juvama> Shut up, you white knight! I and the ones you casually call "creeps" will cancel you, right here, right now!

<Bigson Boyden Guadeloupe> Oh, you sweet summer child. No one will support your puny civil war. This is what you'll all get for even attempting to cancel people who disagree with you and behaving like morally superior know-it-alls. You blather on your supposed "love for the local clubbing scene", but what you are doing is flaming those who disagree with you.

<Juan Miguel Juvama> Stop being stupid. Plain and simple.

<Bigson Boyden Guadeloupe> Here's a "textbook example" in its natural habitat. Plain and simple. And don't even think that we normal people who still have this sense of decency have invaded your precious space. It was never yours in the first place. It's for everyone. We are here the whole time. We just decided not to chime in your stupid "civil war" because you're so toxic, but you've tried our patience. Mane reason why y' all about to lose. Don't you realize the way those catcallers infiltrated the bar in the first place, feeling like they own the place? Textbook entitled elitists! Please, more flame replies. Shower me with all your love!

<Juan Miguel Juvama> No, you're absolutely wrong! When you return to hell where you definitely came from, you won't carry the money you have. You and your lot are nothing but trolls from the deepest, darkest depths of hell! And of course, your bosses are from hell as well. They once ruled the place, but then they got bored; so they went to this little corner of Canada to unleash their evil. Am I right? :)

<Bigson Boyden Guadeloupe> Bruh... you really gonna hit me with that grade-3 insult "I'll report you to Papa Jesus"? Anyway, typing that must've felt good; so I'm happy that somehow, you have released some stress… 'cause the next six years are going to be stressful for you all. "Gang gang slatt slatt… Insert cash register sound effect... Dolla dolla bills y' all… MANE MANE MANE MANE MANE… GUCCI GUCCI GUCCI".

<Juan Miguel Juvama> What are you saying and even singing? Here is my angry emoji... put away your phone or your laptop or your PC or anything else you use right now to access this social network, then just talk to someone else near you. Touch some grass or something.

<Bigson Boyden Guadeloupe> Yeah, you're right, fam. I probably need to put my phone down and get out of this cesspool you all are in.