Oh my god. OH MY GOD. Do you have any idea how loud you are? Jesus Christ! It's past midnight! What happened to quiet hours? You're always keeping me up until THREE IN THE MORNING. I'm sorry I'm not a robot like you but I need my sleep.
Why can't you stay awake QUIETLY? You're always blaring your stupid country music or shouting to someone on the phone or laughing that awful, screechy laugh. Right now you're in your bedroom (right next to mine, in case you forgot), yelling and laughing and making out with some boy. Didn't you just break up with the love of your life, like, a week ago? Or have you found another one already?
Another thing: why can't you call people by their names? All the girls are "b***h" and all the boys are "a*****e". WHY. WHY DO YOU DO THIS. I just... do you think it's cute? It's not. Trust me. I don't like it.
... It's quiet. You must be sucking face... annnnnd now it's over. Burst of laughter. Shouting. Just a normal conversation for you, huh? You should see my fish. He freaks out every time you laugh. He's about to have a little fishy heart attack over here.
I swear to god, if Gilbert Leslie Patrick dies because you can't control your ape-like mating call I will drink all of your milk.
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