>>6367*I curve my lip into a disgusted sneer*, Spare me the piety act; your impassioned calls for civility ring hollow amidst the splintered remnants of a once-promising conversation, courtesy of your participation.
>>6369*I clench my fist, incredulity threatening to boil over*, Is this some new form of schadenfreude-fueled performance art, or did your sanity finally cave in?
>>6366*I freeze, my expression brittle and hostile*, Ah, spare me the self-righteous dismount; the universe shall recall your unsolicited absolution once I've finished hurling into the nearest abyss, thank you very much.
>>6370*I lock gazes with icy precision*, Good riddance, already gone.
