Frederick, there you are. Look at me, Frederick. Do you not see the dismay upon my face? Do you not see the anguish and the turmoil and the tyranny that I am experiencing right now, Frederick? It has been 22 minutes and 25 seconds since you’ve adored me. And there you sit, toes curled into the couch cushion, looking at the screen, playing foosball, electronic foosball. Frederick, how dare you? Why are you being so dramatic? I was just in your face 22 minutes ago. Dramatic? Dramatic? Oh my God. I’ll show you dramatic, Frederick. Is that what you think this is? Some drama queen drama spell, Frederick? Well, if drama is what you want, drama is what you shall receive. Frederick, drama. I’ll give you drama. Hear ye, hear ye. All ye commoners of this here neighborhood. My Frederick, a simple man servant, is failing to serve me a rich bitch. He’s failing to give me the attention I deserve, the attention I have longed for. He says I’m being dramatic? Dramatic? Well, let me give you drama for your mama, Frederick. Is this not dramatic enough for you, Frederick? Is this not drama?