“I hate my life. This makes me feel like I am out of control of everything.”

“I’m not your therapist! Oh wait, I am. Ahem, How does that make you feel?”

“Were you even listening?”

“Maybe. Have you played this game yet? Oh my, it is amazing! I’ve only died 46 times. Maybe, it’s because of your motor mouth.”

“Maybe, I should leave.”

“No. No. No. Sit down, Princess I am a attention sucker! What kind of medication do you want? The kind that says I see unicorns in my bathroom or the kind that says I want to hibernate forever.”

“Well, do I really need medication?”

“Whatever makes you shut up faster and that doesn’t waste my duct tape is the way to go.”

“I’m leaving.”

“Wait! Imagine this. There are two roads in front of you. Down one road you’ll find Angelina Jolie and down the other is Hayley Williams…..Oh wait, this is the wrong fantasy.”

“I think you’ve helped me enough.”

“Aw man, are you serious? Santa never gave up when he realized he was too fat to slide down the chimney!”

“Goodbye.”

“Hayley Williams, definitely.”