Jerry: What's wrong?
Me: Apparently it's my turn to feel out-of-sorts today.
Jerry: Well, you have permission to be out-of-sorts. Do whatever you need to do.
Me: *cranky noise*
Jerry: Fine, you don't have permission to be out-of-sorts!
Me: *louder, crankier noise*
Jerry: Is that better, Mister Contrary?
Me: ...yes, actually. Oh my god, I'm pathetic.
Jerry: Totally out-thought you there!
