It rises as a roar in his throat, leashed, controlled, and not yet free. He contains it, barely, and he feels the force and heat of power his anger always brings. It is not yet time. The excess of raw rage burns, and he paces, fists clenched, eyes darting, waiting. The increasing tension is as formidable as the rise of erotic pleasure. Suddenly, he hears it. The sign. The moment. All barriers shatter. His anger finally has direction, focus, purpose. He releases it all in an orgasmic burst.
"WHEN ARE YOU PEOPLE GOING TO GET OUT HERE AND FIX MY DAMNED CABLE????"