When Spade made it to his room, he picked up Chula and carried her to the maid's room. "I'm sorry, but can you take care of her for a bit?," he asked. "Gahhh bler," said the very happy baby. "Why of course," said the kind maid. She carefully took the princess in to her arms and began playing with her. Spade smiled and went back to his room. He closed the door, and let out roar. His blue eyes were glowing and his anger was exploding. He started breaking, throwing, ripping, and destroying things in his room. The place looked like a disaster; only Chula's things remained untouch. Spade dropped himself on the bed and began gripping unto the matress, taring the fabric apart. "Why? Why am I so angry?!," he growled.