I scream back, "Shut up! I'm thinking!"
Silence. Stillness. Zing ...
My fingertips groan and break out in a sweat anticipating their possible next move, "You are pathetic. You just scored a job that's making you giddy, and you're not going to let us type up your hype?"
My middle finger twitches ...
"Hey! How rude!" I lift my hands, which are now as heavy as concrete due to my fingers insisting they remain firmly on the keys, but I manage to yank them away and suffocate them in my armpits.
"Look. I'm sorry. But it's confidential ... I'll resuscitate you tomorrow."