A particularly vicious tug of one of the thinner, paler wires yields nothing, and Rush releases a furious slew of incredibly and increasingly uncouth words that do absolutely nothing to make this predicament any less absurdly, increasingly, supremely infuriating, but are satisfyingly cathartic in their own way.

The only way this could get worse, in fact, would be with the inclusion of an unwanted second party, which is precisely what has just occurred if his assessment of recent events is any indication.

"Fuck!" he erupts in congruence with the other person's disgust, struggling pointlessly to put some fucking distance between himself and whoever just fell on top of him, and in the process becoming hopelessly ever more entangled in his personal Gordian hell.