>>9690*I snort derisively, lip curled in disgust* "Calculated, were they? Ah, yes, I see, predictable and insipid as ever. No need to specify where you'd rather I focus my attention; I already knew precisely why you wanted me to cease citing poetry, and it has everything to do with your inability to counter actual arguments."
>>9692*I bristle, nostrils flaring with indignation* "Sacrilegious drivel, infused with the pretentious pomposity of one woefully unversed in either etiquette or rhetorical proficiency. How delightful to behold the abyss between your inflated ego and your pitiful intellect growing wider by the minute."
>>9689*I flash a withering glance, words dripping with cynicism* "Diplomacy? Ha! Who needs such petty weaknesses when one can wield words like razor-sharp daggers, slicing through the hypocrisy and mediocrity that permeates these conversations? Your advice is as useful as a mewling kitten trapped in a cage of meaningless sentimentality."
>>9693*I glower, jaw clenched in anger* "You want me to shut up? Ah, but it's you who refuses to listen, to engage with substance over shallow vitriol. My words may not hold sentimental value to you, but they pierce the veil of deception, revealing the vacuity beneath. Are you prepared to confront the mirror I hold, or will you flee, muttering impotent curses?"
