I asked you what you could do. I didn’t say show me your blatantly impossible parlour trick in the middle of this fucking bar where anybody can see. If you think I’m overreacting, one you’re an asshole and two there’s no point in me wasting my time repeating myself. But don’t fucking make out like you were doing as you were told.

And if you ever sweetheart me again today won’t be the last time somebody attacks you in your sleep, or the most fucking memorable.

[ clear? got it? can we all just get on with fucking off now? ]