(Clock transition to computer room. Benson is on the computer searching "Free anger management tips")
Recite a personal mantra. Omm? What does that even mean? Next. (searches again)
Oh, hello, friend! I'm Fitch Munderson. (A dog runs up to him) And this is Kimmy.
Okay, where's this going? (fast-forwards the video)
We have a sure-fire way to help you control your anger, for only $60.
Nope. (searches again while the screen is loading, then clicks several times while the screen is still loading) Ugh, come on! Close! (angrily growls) Omm...omm...omm...omm...omm...omm...(sighs) Huh. I guess it works.
(Cut to downstairs. The whole place has been torn apart. Mordecai and Rigby are seen searching for something)
Hey, Benson. Have you seen the keys to the cart?
Omm...omm...omm...omm...omm...omm...omm...
We can't find them anywhere. (Breaks vase) Uh-oh.
(From the window, two people are seen driving the cart)
Never mind. I think I know where they are.
(growling, Now red with tears in his eyes) RRRRRAAAAAAUUUGGGGHHH!!!!!!
AAH! ( The duo then run away)
Benson! I warned you! (Writes on clipboard angrily)
Pops, you're writing me up?
You know what happens next, don't you? ( He angrily hands Benson the paper)
Of course. Verbal warning, write up, fired. But you wouldn't fire me, Pops.
I'll do what I must.
What?! Pops, you can't take this job away from me! It's all I have!
I'm sorry, Benson. If you yell at Mordecai and Rigby again, I'll be forced to fire you.
(Pops leaves. Benson furiously turns red and angrily begins to jump several times while grunting)
Jeez, Benson, try counting to 10. (Benson furiously turns around and angrily grunts) Better make it 100. (leaves)
1, 2... (Cuts to outside) ...7, 8, 9... (Cuts to near the shed) ...75, 76, 77... (Benson suddenly stops and sees Mordecai and Rigby covered in pink paint, laughing)
Oh, hey, Benson! What's up? We're finally painting the shed! (Rigby throws himself on the wall, followed by Mordecai, who ends up going through the wall)
(furiously turns red and angrily growls. He then puts his hands on his face) 78, 79, 80, 81...
Dude, what's he doing?
(continues counting) 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87...
I dunno. But what do you think he'll do when he gets to a hundred?
...88, 89, 90, 91... (Benson stops and angrily growls, put his hands on his face again and then furiously storms off while panting, still red)
...92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99...
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