D: I’m fed up with this place. I’m tired and alone.
O: So you’re just going to forget to acknowledge my presence?
D: I can’t believe you put up with me.
O: Well, it does get difficult sometimes. Come on, you don’t honestly feel like a crotchety old hermit. You’re 22 years old.
D: That’s my body’s age, yes. Based upon the accumulation of my worldly experience in this life, I’ve concluded that being a cynical old fart is really the way to go.
O: But if you really mean that, there’s nothing I can do.
D: It’s my life and my decision.
O: So you won’t mind if I jump off a bridge.
D: You wouldn’t do that.
O: Why do you care?
D: I don’t know, but I do.
O: Is this the classic Dickensian change of heart, Mr. Scrooge?
D: No, I just don’t want you to hurt yourself. Fuck everyone else.
WHARVED 