"Ugh. You are soooooo irritating. So irritating," glares the girl at you from across the small table.
"Oh, I'M the one who's irritating? All you do is whine and complain and insult me about everything."
"Well, maybe I would be nicer if you hadn't started our date off by telling me how much fatter I was than in my pictures, you jerk. You fucking jerk."
"Yeah, after you walked in here and said, 'Oh, ugh, I thought you were gonna be a lot more attractive than this,' you bitch. Besides, at least I don't REPEAT MY OWN INSULTS." You sneer mockingly at her.
