tinhuvielartanis | Tin and Tudi converse

Me (griping about the wonderful effects of colitis): I just get sick of it sometimes. And it never happens unless I'm out in public. I swear, I'm so pissed off I could scream. No doubt, I'm honing my rage to a nice fine point!
Aunt Tudi: ::quiet chuckle::
Me: What?
Aunt Tudi: ::more quiet chuckling:: Oh nothing.
Me: Why are you laughing?
Aunt Tudi: Your rage.
Me: What about it?
Aunt Tudi: You have so much rage. ::chuckles some more::
Me: You're laughing at my rage? My rage.
Aunt Tudi: Yep.
Me: What, does my rage amuse you?
Aunt Tudi: As a matter of fact it does.
Me: And can you enlighten me as to why this is?
Aunt Tudi: You're always raging about something. It's funny how full of rage you are. Everything has the potential to hone your rage some way or another.
Me: ::huffs:: Well, I'm glad my rage-honing is so chuckle-worthy.
Aunt Tudi: ::chuckles some more::

::HUFF::

What the hell? These days, Sith get no frickin' respect. We can't even hone our rage without somebody dissing us. It fairly pisses me off. Aaaand here we go right back to the beginning of the aforementioned conversation....dammit.