[slow rise from exasperation into frustration]
It has been, two hours. How long could it possibly take to make a salad?!

[waiter walks by and asks if everything is ok]

[to the waiter, in a softer tone]
yea! Everything's just peachy. Thank you so much! Oh, but if you could check on our order that would be great, thanks~

[back and forth between you and a friend]

Yea, no, no. I completely understand what you mean, but dont take this the wrong way,

[quickly]
your opinion is valid and you are the sunshine of my life,

[with enthusiasm]
BUT here's why you're wrong bucko!

[Accepting bad news and being washed with grief]

Fine, I-I understand. Just. Just leave me alone for a bit.
[pasue, breaking down]
They were my only hope of getting out of here. And now they're
[crying softly]
They're...gone