You know, you can hide behind that fancy desk and those expensive suits of yours all you want, but we both know that you're still nothing more than the dirt poor, nobody country bumpkin with an abandonment complex and delusions that you'll actually be someone important some day. I'm better than you. I was born better than you, I was raised better than you, and I am better than you.
So I'm done. Done with this conversation, done with trying to maintain some semblance of a truce when things get bad on both sides, done with you in general. You're beneath me and I'm not wasting another iota of my life letting you believe otherwise.