Duh. I gave you the gift of assuming that even with your self-made-martyr-whining, at least you were trying to defend imaginary attacks against yourself. The idea that your paranoia comes from being Priano’s lap dog, on the other hand, is just revolting.
You were more than welcome to save face by circumscribing that topic, as you and your ilk so often do (which is why you can’t be me, you’ve never had an original thought!), but instead, you’ve doubled down on this pathetic woe-is-Priano thing. Grief. Even she herself hasn’t taken it this far, which is more than we can say of you.
But anyway, you’ve committed to the skit, and I’m bored now. Bye, Felicitiri!