You can't handle my energy, and that's fine.

Throwing shade? No, just blocking the sun for you.

My sarcasm is a gift. You're welcome.

You're entitled to your opinion. I'm entitled to ignore it.

Just because you're awake doesn't mean I am.

I speak fluent sarcasm and a little bit of eye roll.

Mood: dealing with nonsense professionally.

Queen of comebacks, princess of peace.

Sorry, my give-a-care is out of stock.

My middle name is "unbothered".

If you're waiting for my apology, get comfy.

Sarcasm is my love language. Sorry.

Keep talking. I'm writing it all down for the memoir.

My favourite sport is avoiding small talk.

My silence is just me being polite.

I have lots of energy. Just not for you.