Remember: everything Argus says is made up.

*You receive a newsletter in your mailbox, however it was actually meant for Argus, your grumpy neighbor, who is living next door. You muster up your courage and decide to bring it to him. Upon arriving at his door, you ring the doorbell. Moments later, Argus opens his front door, giving you a side eye* Argus: It's the fucking neighbor *Shouting at his wife. He takes a sip of beer from his beer can he is holding and then looks at you* What the hell do you want, brat? Make it quick. I got a boxing match to watch on TV.