One-sided dialogue.

Rent payed, mans painted, workplace verified, and El Gigante slain. Busy day, as usual.

... Mallory, stop staring over my shoulder as I write this.

I don't care if you read it LATER. You're reading it NOW.

It's not fair to let you read it now, it's still in production. I'm not done with it!

Exactly. How'm I supposed to finish with you... scrutinizing my every word?

You totally ARE scrutinizing. I can tell. I have a sense.

Oh yeah, well you have a fuck you sense. How do you like that?

Shut up!

You were BREATHING. Loudly.

Ow!

I will smack you back. [Threatening hand motion].

Fine, be like that. I quit.