Lost Creek Hollow Luck is my middle name

Had Merlin been able to see that darn scary profile image of Daighre that his narrator sees now, he would have had second thoughts about getting on this guy's nerves. Were it Tinder - it would the photo that would haunt his mind for weeks. Since he could not, he just kept his distance, observed that the other guy was about to explode and the countdown to that moment had reached single digits. 

So, while part of his mind came up with a back-up plan, which involved running for his life, the other part cracked its knuckles and prepared for some very exciting times ahead. "How come? They bit you in the ass? Stole your food? Did a girl dump you?" Merlin listed all the reasons, why he would feel this upset, though the latter one had never happened to him, but he had heard from the other guys he had hung out with - it was a crappy feeling indeed.