What do you want, a fucking medal? I didn't ask for you to be nice to me!

Stop beating around the bush and tell me what the fuck you want already. You're obviously after something, so what is it? Gratitude? Answers? You want me to kiss your ass? Try not to be too disappointed when I refuse—and I wouldn't have even been out there if you hadn't been screeching like a moron, so it is your fault. Be more grateful that I've decided to forgive you for it!

[they managed not even two minutes before starting another shouting match... amazing. sorry again to everyone on the second floor.]