You sat on your couch, your legs crossed underneath you while you watch him. He was walking back and forth, waving his hands around over his head as he ranted and shouted about something that had angered him. You kept your gaze on him, your head turn left and right to follow him from wall to wall. You tell him you don't think he needs to kill anyone over this then sighed as you stood. Finally, his ranting began to simmer down, his head turning to face you.

"See, that's where you are wrong."