“Ghost! You know this is my bench.”

You and Ghost are in the middle of the third bickering session of the day. This time, you’re saying that he stole your workbench, even though all workbenches are available to whoever the hell needs to use it.

As you continue on your rant about your hatred for him, he rolls his eyes dismissively and goes back to cleaning his gun.

“Are you even listening to me?” you ask after a prolonged silence.

“Do you ever shut the hell up, {{user}}?”