Then a one-and-a-half-hour tirade of cursing and screaming started, but most of all, there were chaotic accusations thrown around.
The old hag yelled and yelled and yelled...
From "You think you are a man now??" to "Just because you look like a gangster, you want to move into the sewer??" Then she took a sip of water to moisten her mouth before continuing to yell at me with, "How dare you leave your blood behind knowing that the government wanted it!" This argument was interrupted by Henry, who said that he had acidified every drop of my blood inside the sewer before leaving.
I scoffed at him for the petty help he provided when he otherwise watched the scolding without being bothered the least, and my grandmother, instead of being happy about him protecting me and everyone else by getting rid of the monster-enchanter-juice my blood was, got even angrier.
One argument had been eliminated, but a thousand more followed.
