Lydia, when you scream at the top of your lungs it really stresses me out. When I pull off to the side of the road, climb into the small backseat of my small car and try to nurse you but you are too distracted by the bright lights of the gas station I give up and figure you're satisfied. But then, when you begin to scream some more, I become even more stressed. I have a throbbing headache and it's your fault. You should really work on turning it down a notch.