Girard feels his phone buzzing as he has ice on his face after that massive superkick Ginger hit him. Reading the e-mail on his phone, he groans before dropping it.

"Fucking cunt. How the hell was I supposed to know she was there? That steam was as thick as all hell, and then she tries blaming me like the bimbo muette she is. And Ginger even knew I was into rough sex. Fuck, man. This bitch is ruining everything."

Groaning again, Girard fiddles with the shock collar to take it off, only to be lightly zapped by it.