Stop. We're not having this conversation in public. Or ever, preferably, but the chances of that aren't high given your obscene obsession with using me as a test subject for your pathetic attempts at winning the grand prize in armchair psychology, so just.

Cut it out. Reschedule the fucking meeting 'cause I'm not gonna show on time unless I go ignoring all the traffic signals and getting myself into a fantastic accident. Shit'll be hells of tragic, and my blood'll be on your hands.