Wait! I still have to give you your gift~!
*THROWS A FIRE EXTINGUISHER AT HIS HEAD THEN RUNS LIKE HELL*
*A loud CLANG- followed by angry grumbling, Scylla grabbing the stupid thing and squeezing, feeling his hand heating up, and then throwing it in some random direction as it explodes.
Then trudging inside to go and be out of the awful weather.*