Jason slowly and lazily arose from the mattress, a little late, for once. As he took his feet out of the sheets and placed them onto the ground, he almost quickly raised them back up again, screaming a yelp of pain as he did so.
"GAH! MOTHERFUCK!!" He yelled, looking at his feet. In one, a sharp piece of wood was embedded in his sole. A splinter. From his demolished bed frame.
Jason sighed in annoyance and slowly pulled the splinter out so no wood would be left in the wound. After he tossed the splinter, he angrily tippy-toed out of the room, dodging as much wood as he possibly could. Once he made it downstairs, he approached Garrus in the kitchen.
"Where's the goddamned broom and dustpan in this godforsaken place?" He growled.