6' deep restraining order

Now thoroughly annoyed Jupiter dug with gusto. Big plumes of dirt were sent shooting out behind his legs as he dug. He was going to dig this damn thing in record time, chuck her in and forget about her until he was good and ready to deal with the little looney tune. This was just crazy. In all his sleazy years he'd never had a problem like this one. For one, he hadn't even fucked the bitch and yet she was here on his ass as if he'd knocked her up and left her high and dry. That was the sort of scenario he expected if anything ever went wrong. At least then when his worst nightmare came true he'd have gotten laid out of it. This was...well this was just fucking weird.

He paused, confused, when she corrected him about her name. That was her name. He'd forgotten a lot of things but if there was one thing this shit show had done for him it was bringing those memories to the forefront of his mind. And he distinctly remembered her name being Nuada. She introduced herself as Viper and for some reason that only annoyed him further. He dismissed her with a snarky, "Big fucking whoop-dee-doo."

Back to digging. The breeze was blowing the dirt over onto his back and bit by bit he was getting coated with the stuff. "I just... wanted to be with you." His digging screeched to a halt again. "I didn't wanna upset you again." This time he turned around and fixed Viper with a confused look. She was so fucking crazy to pick him. "Why? You don't know me, Viper. If you need someone to take care of you, be your buddy and shit, I'm not the guy."