Shemp can't hear anything through the headphones as a helpful voice walks him through the basic math they teach you in 6th grade. Occasionally he reaches out very slowly and scrolls back to get the voice to repeat something.

He was stupid. It was frustrating trying to put this stuff together and the little voice in the back of his head telling him that he didn't need this, that in fact all of his problems could be solved by applying blunt force trauma, was not helping matters. Not even a voice, really. A feeling. A feeling that if something was bothering him all he had to do was punch it, once, and it would never bother him again.

He didn't notice that his hand seemed slightly swollen as he rewound the instructions again. Swollen, stiff, and a little harder.