The Ballad of Adler Young, Canto 2.5

>Adler:You are in NO mood for this. How dare they intrude and help themselves. Pull the hatchet out of the skull and use its screaming to shoo them outdoors. Whatever they have to tell you, they can tell you through the window from outside in the rain. While you and your companions relax indoors with a nice pot of tea, you're trying to prove a point.

Or

>Adler: Break down into a blubbering mess of petulant tears. Why does nothing ever go your way?