Listen, brat. I don't care why you're starin' at me or why you insist on talking to me. I was sitting here, minding my own business when you decided to make a big stink about nothing. That's the only soddin' thing that happened here. You. Starin' me down. Slinging attitude my way when I asked what your bloody problem was.
The hell do you want from me, anyway? And don't give me the "oh nothing" routine cause if that was true, this bloody conversation would've been over a long time ago.