Oh, where do I begin?
My ears are ringing, and all niceties are lost on faulty people. There's nothing wrong with us, no matter how closely you look. The blame is placed on us, but it's obvious, through confession or otherwise, that you're driving the people away. There's nothing left to do but sit and take it. It's not taken long to become experts and masters.
She's at it again, and I want out.