Kick him out of your apartment

For a moment you act like you would calm down. Then out of sudden you drive your knee with full **** in his barely protected balls. The delivery boy gasps in pain and you throw him out of your door, where he rolls to a ball and clutches his sore balls.

“Get lost your freak!” you yell at him angry, “and hope that we never meet somewhere or your balls will be flat like a stamp.”

“Bitch,” he hisses, “then give me the money for your fucking food! I hope you **** on it.”

“Money my ass, fucker!” you shout at him, “get lost before I call the cops. Which are my colleagues, by the way.”

“Wait, you are a ...,” the delivery boy asks and widens his eyes, “fuck. I’m leaving, I ‘m leaving.”

And he really leaves. He walks funny, but he leaves and curses his bad luck. You watch him angry and then sit down on your couch with your food. Even if you got it for free now, you are quite sure that you will not order something from this restaurant for a long time.

Well, you could just sit there now and eat while you calm down. But there are also different opinions what to do next. You could watch TV, check your mails or call one of your friends for a chat.