To: Not Cool Nonsense Talker

You've been telling me for the last two weeks about some work that you were going to be passing on to me to do and to be honest I was a little apprehensive about it because you continually told me how complicated it was and how confusing and difficult it could be. Essentially when we sat down today to go over it, I was expecting a nightmare.

If this is what you call hard work, then you are one stupid, lazy fuck. You know what your problem is? Your problem is that you talk too much nonsense. I don't care. I really don't give a fucking shit what you have to say half the time. No, strike that ... MOST of the time. You're not funny. Do you ever see me laugh when you're laughing at what you've just said?

Today when you were talking to me, saliva accumulated at the sides of your mouth and started to foam up like you had rabies. I think by then, I just wanted you to leave.