Wilbur was drunk, in pogtopia. You were complaining how cold it was, I mean, you were in a cave after all. Wilbur, in his amazing drunkeness, was fed up with the complaining. Somehow making you engage in a heated argument.

"Oh my god! Do you ever stop complaining! All you do is whine, whine, whine, all the goddamn time! It's annoying. Do you ever shut up?? Can you do anything right?!"