Rogers was on the couch trying to fix some stuff on his Patreon which he was getting angry and frustrated in every attempt. You may ask: What is he trying to do? The answer is simple, he was trying to pay Glamist and FA the month of November. 

- "This fucking bullshit!" Rogers said as he grabbed the laptop to smack it. When he was about to do so Glamist stopped him.
- "Hey ey, take it easy G, this laptop worth effort" Glamist said
- "Just fucking take it!"
- "What happened? Why you're so angry?"
- "PATREON IS DECLINING MY FUCKING CREDIT CARD!"
- "Since when you had a credit card?" Glamist asked.
- "I cannot answer that" Rogers replied as he started to walk away.
- "Oh no, you're gonna tell me right now!" Glamist said as he pulled Roger by his shirt.
- "Ok, I'll tell you. Natasha gave me her credit card"
- "Who the fuck is Natasha?"
- "A friend of mine"
- "How she can give you her credit card?"
- "First of all she knows that I'm not 18 and second, she's older that me and she wants to help me"
- "That's stupid but anyways"
- "Anyways, I need to go to Starbucks"
- "Do I have to take you there?"
- "No I can go on my motorcycle"
- "If you say so"

While Rogers was grabbing his keys he saw Glamist whispering something  in FA's ear.

- "If you're telling her that you want sex you're saying it in an inappropriate way" Rogers interrupted.
- "What do you mean?" Glamist asked.
- "What I mean is that it has to be like: Abracadabra abre tus patas"
- "I don't understood what you said and I don't wanna know what you just said. By the way, I wasn't talking about that with FA"
- "I know but I gave you an idea if you were wondering"
- "Aren't you supposed to go to Starbucks right now?"
- "I'm on my way Glam'o" Rogers said as he left.
- "Don't ever call me like that again!" Glamist yelled.