I am not whining! I have enough to deal with in this cesspit than to start sniveling about it. I didn't tell you to leave the blasted premises, I have this tiny square feet of closet space I would implore not to be invaded, when you have the entire auditorium to do with at your leisure!

[SO PLEASE GET OFF MY ASS--his eye twitches violently as another wave of metallic-tasting nausea crawls up his throat and he whirls around to cough a fit into his already bloodied-up handkerchief.]