"Well, at least your okay, as okay as any Mcfinnigan can be." Shamus said with a chuckle as he turned to Cecil, fury still in his eyes. "So Cecil, what do you want to do now. What's your grand fuckin plan in all of this? What did I specifically do to you to cause all of this goddamned commotion?" Shamus yelled as he reached done to grab his knife before deciding against it, locking his gaze to Cecil with a snarl.