The Real Victims Are the Children pt. 2

Kid walks in to find his father laying down with swollen foot elevated.

Kid: Hey Dad, why are you laying down, is something wrong with your foot?
Adam: Yeah, I uh, hurt it playing volleyball.
Kid: Oh, who were you playing with?
Adam: I was at the gym and a group of 10-year-olds needed another player to get a whole game going.
Kid: So h0w did you hurt it; did you land on it wrong?
Adam: Um, sort of.
Kid: What do you mean sort of?
Adam: Well, it's not my fault. The kids kept just hitting it right back over the net, and it was making me so frustrated and none of them could spike it right and then the other team went up by like 5 points and I glared at them but it didn't help then finally I stomped my foot on the floor and I must have broken a bone or something.
Kid: Jesus Dad, you need help.
Adam: You know the doctor's told me that I can't bottle up my anger anymore after that heart attack I had in 2011.
Kid: Well, on the bright side I got an A- on my Math exam.
Adam: Great job, minus.
Kid: (disgruntled) What's that supposed to mean?
Adam: Nothing, it's just a joke from this great show that we used to watch.
Kid: You mean that show that only lasted for 3 years but you still watch every night before you go to bed? God you're lame.
Adam: You're lame, now go practice your illusions G.O.B.