CHRIS just can’t cope with the constant bickering he receives from one of his co-workers and he tells her/him he can’t take much more of it.
Chris: Is there a mute button inside yourself somewhere so you can stop talking to me because you’re giving me a migraine. Yap, yap, yappity yap. Really. Non-stop action.
I haven’t had literally one second to think. You constantly parade my ears with your words and I’m starting to feel like I’m drunk. I am. I don’t know which way is up. Like I’ve been drop kicked to the head.
Phew…let me recover here and there between sentences. Have mercy on me, please. I can’t even digest half of what you’re saying to me. (imitating) “Di, di, di, di, di, di, di.” Wow.
I think I’m getting anxiety. You talk so much, I think you are gonna talk me into a panic attack.
(puts hand on his chest)
I’m alright…just, take it easy—your energy—intense. (beat). Am I mean? I sound mean, right? I don’t mean to be mean. I just need you to chill and pull back. Enthusiasm is great, it’s amazing but not allowing me to do my own work and feeding me a series of idea punches is killing me.
Are we cool? (beat) Thanks.