Brett: Now you have to do whatever I want.
Fine. What do you want...?
Brett: *pulls me into a kiss*
*breaks it, and slaps him*
What the *beep* is wrong with you?
Brett: You said ANYTHING I wanted. That was the deal.
*walks away*
Brett: *follows her* C'mon, was it really that bad?
Yes, because it shouldn't have happened that way.