“I hate being told how I feel,” shouted Ethan. “Who do you think you are to tell me I’m in a bad mood? I know how I feel, and I’m not in a bad mood. Stop putting feelings onto me that I don’t have.”
“I don’t care if you saw me last night drunk as a fart buying those drugs outside the strip joint. I haven’t got a hangover and I’m not in a foul mood, scumbag. If I was in a bad mood you’d effing well know. Waste of space, dickheads. The lot of ya.”
“So class, shut up and get on with ya work.”