Finally... someone who knows their place.
Why do you shut everyone else out of your life? Is it because they don't know their place?
They're all idiots. They don't understand me.
I think it's more than that...
It is! You're just jealous that you're not as important or as talented as me.
Not at all... You have a serious psychological problem, and you've been manipulative and abusive to people who want to help you.
Mind your own business! If people can't handle me, that's their problem.
No one should ever have to deal with an abusive person, especially when they're trying to offer help. You're an incredibly manipulative person... to the point where you've managed to scare people into not speaking out against you. You've been manipulative enough that whenever someone tries to speak out against you, you manage to make them feel guilty... It's wrong and unhealthy, and it shouldn't ever be acceptable.
How dare you come in here and insult me! You don't know anything about me or what I go through!
And you don't know anything about me or what I go through either. You've made people uncomfortable to the point where they avoid me because of you. I know that you haven't left this house in years... I know you have no friends because you refuse to allow anyone in... I stand up. I will not stand for this anymore, Mortimer. You're nothing more than a pathetic, manipulative bully hiding behind your walls.
Shut your mouth! Nobody asked you to come here and criticize me! Get out! Get out now before I kick you out myself!
I start to walk towards the door.
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?! GET BACK HERE AND SHUT UP!
stomps his foot in anger DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU ALL!!!
A few days later, I return with some food. As I walk past you on my way to the kitchen, I throw a piece of chicken at you.
What the--! picks up the chicken and eats it angrily
I make breakfast in the morning. Then, I grab a newspaper, sit down at the table, and read it quietly.
Hey! That's MY spot! Get out!
Oh yeah? I toss the paper at you. Then how am I supposed to read my newspaper in peace? HUH?!
I SAID GET OUT! throws the newspaper back at Reynolds
The pen hits you directly in the face. I begin reading my newspaper again, but then sigh loudly. This isn't worth it. I give you a piece of bread before walking outside, getting in my car, and driving away.
starts sobbing, hugging the piece of bread tightly
... I come back a week later.
GET OUT!! I'M NOT YOUR TOY!! GET OUT AND NEVER COME BACK!!!
I continue to ignore you, as if you didn't even exist. I sit down and eat some bologna, before going upstairs and sleeping.
grumbles angrily, glares at Reynolds' room Damn him!
Two weeks later, I return once again.
angry WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?