[For what it's worth, Mista appreciates the effort. He doesn't quite get it, himself — the obnoxious jokes part, anyway — but he's familiar with the desire to divert attention away from one's own shit by any means necessary. Trying to stop any habit's fucking hard.]

[And he's not here to lecture, either, because that'd be hypocritical as fuck and he doesn't even know how to. Instead he listens, head cocked slightly to the side so he can hear Dave properly over the occasional gust of wind.]

I can't really blame you for freaking out. Time shit's the freakiest, and I never even had to mess with loops. [He has a slightly queasy expression at this point. Skips were bad enough thanks!!!] And I can't blame you for that moment of — okay, I know I know how to deal with what I think this is, no need to drag anybody else into it. 'Cause you're the expert, right?

Stopping and thinking for five seconds sucks sometimes. Especially when you're freaking out and mad.