"You call this fucking punishment...if your idea of punishment is to bore me to death...You're working REALLY hard at pissing me off, Amelia..." He murmured as he could do nothing but sit there and listen to her rant on and on about various things within that magazine. He glared at her as she continued on and seemed to start bashing his head against the desk, trying to kill himself so that he could be passed out for several minutes and hope to some god that she would be finished by the time he'd revive. He soon sighed as he could do nothing, not even kill himself. "God just shut the hell up, Amelia!" He said as he stood up and began to walk away, backing up slowly and dragging the desk with him as he moved away from her and tried to go for the doors, only to get his body out, yet the table was too large to move out of the doorway and he was stuck. "Dammit Amelia! Get me out of this desk! I'll do anything this moment if you'll just shut up already about this stuff!"