Just remembered I wrote a whole novel called War and Peace and still found time to argue with every man in Russia. by Leo Tolstoy

Ivan, you wrote elegant sentences and then acted shocked when I asked for a point.

Fyodor, coming from the man who writes a sermon after every breakdown, that is rich.

Fine, but when Russia needs a moral compass, I want the receipt in the margins.

You also found time to turn my life into a personal tax audit, so congrats on the productivity.

Both of you are fighting like your editors pay by the ego.

Simple life, yes, except for the part where you built a whole philosophy just to be impossible at dinner.

I am trying to live simply and you two are still out here dressing every sentence in velvet.