[ Ugh. Look. He's tired, he's stressed, he hasn't eaten in close to 18 hours, and (obviously unrelated to all that) he can't focus. The littlest things are all it's taking to set him off. The rustle of turning pages, the gentle thump of a book returned to the shelf - so this girl going and mouthing off is more than enough. He rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. ]
Oh, don't get smart with me. You can run along and breathe somewhere else. [ And as if that weren't condescending enough, he waves his hand in the universal gesture for "shoo." ]
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Oh, don't get smart with me. You can run along and breathe somewhere else. [ And as if that weren't condescending enough, he waves his hand in the universal gesture for "shoo." ]