GT: Ay caramba. GT: What in tarnation is the matter jane? GG: WHAT'S THE MATTER? GG: WHAT'S THE MATTER??? GG: I AM SICK. GG: AND FUCKING TIRED. GG: TO DEATH. GG: OF YOUR INSUFFERABLE BLITHERING BULLSHIT!!!!!! GT: Whoa there. GT: You seem really worked up. Maybe we should just calm down and talk this through like sensible adults? GT: Also youre going kinda heavy on the caps there arent you? Sort of makes it seem like your shouting. Just saying. GG: I AM SHOUTING! GG: THERE ARE LITERAL SHOUTS OF ANGER COMING OUT OF MY ACTUAL MOUTH, AND THEY ARE DIRECTED AT YOU! GT: Yikes. GT: Well ok then. GT: Can you tell me why youre so upset with me? GT: Is it because i forgot your birthday party? Because i do feel awful about that. GG: OH MY GOD. WHY ARE YOU SO CLUELESS? GG: I CAN'T STAND IT! GT: Really i feel like a tool about forgetting. You know how i am. I forget stuff. GT: I mean... GT: Shucks buster. If i knew how to make it up to you i would. GT: If it ameliorates matters any i am sighing pretty much the shucksiest buster of contrition i can manage. GG: IT'S NOT ABOUT MY BIRTHDAY!!! GG: THE FACT THAT YOU FORGOT CERTAINLY DOESN'T HELP, BUT THAT'S NOT IT. SEE, YOU JUST DON'T GET IT! GG: OH, AND COULD YOU PLEASE STOP SAYING SHUCKS BUSTER?! GG: SHUCKS BUSTER WAS MY THING! AND YOU STOLE IT! GT: I thought shucks buster was... GT: Sorta our thing? GG: NO, IT WAS MY THING, BUT I ALLOWED IT TO BE OUR THING! BACK WHEN YOU USED TO GIVE A SHIT! BUT NOW IT'S JUST MINE, AND YOU CAN'T HAVE IT ANYMORE! GT: Uhh. GT: Ok? GT: I suppose i could go with shoot buddy. Or... GT: Fudge junior? GG: ................. GT: Or maybe forgo an analogous catch phrase altogether heh. GT: But i clearly stepped in it big time with you and id really like to know what i did.