I came to talk. You put handcuffs on me.
I still tried to reason with you. You locked me up.
My friends brought us pizza. Your friends set the house on fire.
I tried to stop things getting out of hand. Your friend shot me in the butt.
My friends saw I was safe and tried to leave. Your friends tried to trap them in a burning building and hid in a closet.
I came back to make sure you were okay. You tried to shoot me in the face.
I am so telling Mom on you.
Ps. It says something that we got a more reasonable conversation out of Corban Surtees that I did out of you. Course that might just be cause he wants our help with his siblings. It’s a shame you didn’t want more from your daughter.