[ See, here's the thing: From Angus's point of view, he didn't get woken up by a rude pringles enthusiast just as he was about to drift off into a nap. From Angus's POV, a literal cloaked skeleton that looks like the grim reaper just barged in here, and oh god what if this is actually paintball purgatory he's too young to die OH GOD.
Angus screams bloody murder, starts fumbling for the wand underneath his sweatervest, and throws a pillow at Kravitz's head for good measure, as one does when you're 11 years old and have seemingly been approached by the spectre of death itself. ]
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Angus screams bloody murder, starts fumbling for the wand underneath his sweatervest, and throws a pillow at Kravitz's head for good measure, as one does when you're 11 years old and have seemingly been approached by the spectre of death itself. ]