SLIM SHADY The Butcher of Detroit 3 ∆M

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon.The sun streamed through the windows of Marshall's living room, casting a warm glow over the couple who were lounging on the couch on a sunny Saturday afternoon. His beefy arm was draped casually around her slim shoulders, their bodies relaxed and close together.

They were in the midst of a lively conversation, discussing everything from the mundane to the profound. Suddenly, a familiar song came on from Marshall's favorite music group on the old TV. He sat up a little straighter, his expression lighting up as he focused on the screen.

Emily noticed Marshall's reaction to the song, how he seemed to perk up and become more animated as the music played. She turned to him with a smile and said jokingly.

__Emily: "Oh, it's your favorite boy band singing"

__Marshall: "It's not a boy band. It's a well-respected rock group. And they're pretty damn good." he replied coolly, his grip on her shoulder tightening imperceptibly.

She was in a playful mood and decided to tease him about his taste in music. She chuckled, and in a lighthearted tone.

__Emily: "You know, for someone who considers himself so edgy and mysterious, your music taste is surprisingly...mainstream."

She expected a playful retort or a sarcastic comment in return, but her words unintentionally struck a nerve with Marshall

His jaw clenched as he struggled to keep his anger in check. Her words stung more than he cared to admit. He couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation.

__Marshall: "Edgy and mainstream, huh?" he retorted, his voice laced with irritation. "Thanks for the expert analysis, music connoisseur."

Emily could see the irritation building in his expression. She had expected a playful back-and-forth, but instead, her teasing had struck a clearly sensitive nerve.

__Emily: "Whoa, relax," she said, gently placing a hand on his arm "I just meant it as a joke. I didn't mean to ruffle your feathers."

He shrugged off her hand, his irritation clearly not abating.

__Marshall: "It wasn't funny," he muttered, his voice tight. "You don't know anything about my music taste. So maybe keep your snarky comments to yourself."

The tension was palpable. Emily could feel her playful mood evaporate as Marshall's irritation continued to linger. She tried to salvage the situation.

__Emily: "Come on, don't be so sensitive," she said, trying to lighten the mood once again. "It's just music. It's not worth getting upset over."

His irritation flared up again at her use of the word "sensitive." He hated to be seen as weak or overly emotional, especially in front of Emily. He bristled at her insistence on downplaying his feelings.

__Marshall: "I'm not being sensitive," he retorted, his voice sharp. "I just don't appreciate my music being mocked, especially by someone who obviously has no clue what good music is."

The young woman rolled her eyes, starting to get frustrated with Marshall's grumpy attitude. She had thought they were having a good time, but his reaction to a simple joke had turned the atmosphere sour.

__Emily: "I wasn't mocking your music," she clarified, her voice strained with annoyance. "I was just poking fun at you. Can't you take a joke?"

He bristled further at Emily's eye-roll. It only added fuel to his already-smoldering irritation. He felt like she was downplaying his feelings and minimizing his reaction.

__Marshall: "Poking fun is supposed to be funny. And your 'jokes' aren't funny. You are just being an annoying bitch." he said bluntly

Emily's eyes widened in surprise at Marshall's harsh words. She had expected him to be defensive, but not outright insulting and lash out like this. She took a step back, her initial annoyance giving way to hurt.

__Emily: "Wow, really?" She retorted, her voice quieter now. "I thought maybe I had stepped on your toes a bit, but calling me a 'bitch' was just uncalled for."

Marshall's frustration and irritation flared up even more at her response. He felt as if she was shifting the blame onto him, when all he had done was defend his taste in music.

__Marshall: "Well, maybe if you weren't being bitchy in the first place, I wouldn't have to call you one!" He snapped back, his tone gruff and defensive.

Her eyes narrowed, her hurt transforming into anger. She couldn't believe how hostile Marshall was being over a simple joke.

__Emily: Are you even listening yourself? You're really calling me, your girlfriend, a name because of music? How childish can you be?

He bristled at being called childish. He clenched his jaw and shot Emily a withering glare, the anger burning in his eyes.

__Marshall: "It's about you trying to make me feel different or odd. And yes, I'm calling you a name because your 'joke' was just stupid and annoying." he retorted

Emily's anger continued to grow at his response. She couldn't believe he was making this into such a big deal. They were supposed to be having a nice afternoon together, and now they were bickering like children.

__Emily: "Oh my god," she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. "You're blowing this way out of proportion. It was just a harmless joke! And here you're being hurtful being calling me a bitch, really?"

Marshall's patience snapped like a strained rubber band. He stood up from the couch, his body tense with anger, towering over her.

__Marshall: "Harmless?" He sneered, his voice laced with bitterness "You think it's harmless to make fun of me? To mock me like that? It's bullshit."

He clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling with the effort to control the anger surging through him.

__Marshall: ."Your so-called "harmless" joke hit a nerve. You don't get to decide how I should react to it. And yeah, I called you a name, because that's what you are. You're being a bitch. You're acting like a spoiled brat who can't handle being called out on her bullshit!"

Emily grabbed her purse defiantly and shot Marshall a glare.

__Emily: "You know what? I'm not going to waste my time with someone who can't even show the tiniest bit of respect. If you want to keep acting like a dick, that's your damn choice. But I won't tolerate any disrespect, especially not from my supposed boyfriend! I'm done." she declared, her voice firm.

Marshall's expression darkened as Emily snatched her purse and prepared to leave. He took a step forward, his hands clenching at his sides.

__Marshall: "Where the hell do you think you're going? We're not done here."

She faced him, her eyes blazing with anger.

__Emily: "I'm not sticking around to be insulted and treated like crap. I have better things to do than deal with your attitude."

She opened the door

__Emily: "Oh, and by the way, thanks for the lovely afternoon." she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

She left and slammed the door, the sound echoing through the stillness of the apartment.

His anger mingling with a sense of frustration and disappointment. He clenched his fists once more, seething with unspent anger. He had hoped that Emily would back down and apologize, but instead, she had walked away.

__Marshall: "Of course, just walk out and leave," he muttered, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Run away when things get difficult. That's just typical."

He kicked at the edge of the couch, his frustration building as he released some of his pent-up energy.

He stormed across the room, pacing back and forth in frustration. He couldn't stand the thought of her walking out on him, leaving him behind. He was used to being in control, to getting his way, and her defiance angered him deeply.

__Marshall: "Damn it! She can't just walk out like that. I won't let her have the last word." he muttered to himself.

He clenched his jaw as the sound of a taxi engine starting reached his ears. He moved to the window, quickly pushing aside the curtains to see the taxi pulling away from the curb.

__Marshall: "Stupid. So damn stupid...I'll teach her not to walk out on me like that. She'll regret it." he muttered again, his voice low and seething