You're not my type. My type is people who make sense.

Your vibe called. It wants a refund.

Unbothered is my cardio.

My comeback is on two-day delivery.

My patience has left the chat.

Oh, you thought I cared? Adorable.

My last nerve has a do-not-disturb sign.

Mood: dealing with nonsense professionally.

I'd agree with you, but I'm allergic to being wrong.

You look like you need a nap. Or a personality.

Petty level: expert.

My resting face is a whole statement.

Nice try, but no.

Congratulations on your opinion. Nobody asked.

Your drama is not my department.

Me? Dramatic? Never. *flips hair*