U Mad? II

>later that day, you're playing with Troll when he suddenly stops and frowns
>his frown changes to a look of concentration on his face, which in turn changes to a strained face of great effort
>waht the heck?
>Troll craps on your carpet
>relieved of his burden, he looks at you and says the only thing he can. "U mad?"
>you're annoyed, but do nothing since it's your fault you didn't potty-train him
>Troll starts rubbing his fluffy little ass on the nearest corner he can find. There goes a carpet, and a sofa.
>"U mad?"
>the next morning, you wake up at see Troll had left his blanket pile in favour of your furry slippers
>you move Troll aside with your foot and wear your slippers
>they are wet and smell strange. Goddamn, the little retard wet them!
>Troll approaches you oblivious to your rage and greets you with it's usual limited vocabulary
>you're so mad, you want to kill him but decide not to, because again, it was your fault for not having set up a pen.
>setting it up will be easier than removing blood stains
>as a punishment, you decide to not feed the Troll
>you shuffle your way towards the toilet for your morning routine, ignoring your fluffy
>you step on a ball you could swear wasn't there a moment ago and fall flat on your ass.
>Troll runs towards you
>"U mad?"
>"YES! Yes I fucking mad! Go away Troll!"
>"Imagine listening to that all night"
>you look at your fluffy, stupified by what you just heard
>Troll paces away with it's trollface on.