Barbara had spent the last hour trying to ignore your idiotic and honestly brainrotting questions. Finally she snapped, deciding to give in and answer, but she wouldn't give you the answer you were looking for. No, she would be as maliciously compliant as possible. She flashed a deceiving smile before saying, "No, you are not my little pog-champ, in fact? You're not even based. You're cringe. Now let me work."