Free Writing - Cookin' Time

I thought for a long time that perhaps, it would finally come to this. And-and I've mulled it over, alright? I cooked it with all the fixins and I was gonna let it blow up in your face. But then I let it cool until all the oil began to congeal. And now - now you've made me heat it up all over again! And you know what, that ain't right! Cause I got rights! I got rights to a life! I got rights to say good night and to hell with you. (beat) Cause even though I mulled this over, I'm not prepared. I'm never prepared. I try, believe me - oh, I try to the best I can. But you just muck it up. Like a kid who just..mucks it up. A kid. You're a kid. (beat) What am I saying? I think I'm saying you're immature, you need a time out, and get the hell out of my kitchen because what I'm making next isn't for you!