Sometimes I wish we could really talk - I mean other than those tidbits - because I don't see the point of pretending. But then I remember who you are, and what you do.

So I just wonder.

Are you trying to poison me again? Doesn't it ever dry out? Are you just trying to spit out as much of it as you can and I happen to be there? Don't you wonder how it is you can suck in so much poison when you go back in?
You should know, there is nothing to poison on my side...

Is it a stunt you want to pull? Or are you really in over your head?
I'll help. I'll understand. Why do you have to treat me like a four-year-old?