"Oh, shut up, Mike! Nobody interrupted you."
"No, I'd like to get this settled." He turned away from me. "Do you think you amount to something, Cohn? Do you think you belong here among us? People who are out to have a good time? For God's sake don't be so noisy, Cohn!"
"Oh, cut it out, Mike," Cohn said.
"Do you think Brett wants you here? Do you think you add to the party? Why don't you say something?"
Cohn needs to learn to stay out of me an my friends' business. Since everyone else in group is too soft to put Cohn in his place, I feel that it is my personal responsibility to do it for them. Cohn has been following us around like a dumb steer for the entirety of our trip to Pamplona. I think we have all had enough of Cohn and his tagging along. Although Brett sometimes scolds me for it, I believe my degradation of Cohn makes me appear to be of greater mental strength than Cohn, making me more appealing to her and my friends. Who cares about his feelings anyway, he deserves it for his behavior.
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