Gabreial asked me 20 questions during my lunch break. I now hate lunch.

Gabreial: 'What’s your name?' Me: 'Bob.' Gabreial: 'What’s your last name?' Me: 'Smith.' Gabreial: 'Why is your last name Smith?'

Gabreial walks in, smells like a garbage can, and starts asking me questions. My life is over.