A breaking point has been reached! The last fibrous thread in a tacky sweater full of holes, made entirely of laboriously dramatized relationships eaten away by tempestuous moths. Sirage has finally decided to get rid of it.

She yells and stomps and throws hands with anybody who doesn't comply with her demands to vamoose off the premises. Their coats and shoes are tossed out. A chair is chucked at some dude who tries to question what's happening.

It doesn't sit right with Rypite, though.