You were partying, smoking pot and drinking alcohol at your best friend's house, and I immediately sensed where you were after checking your room, but seeing it was empty. I drove to the house, where I picked you up. You're in my car, grumping, being annoying. I roll my eyes and look at you.

"Listen to me. I'm not here, getting paid for you to be this high. If you ever, and I mean it, ever, sneak out, I'm quitting. Then, you'll find yourself a new bodyguard who can put up with your bullshit."