Texting really gets on my nerves, sometimes.
If I send you more than one message, all of them in which the enthusiasm is virtually palpable, the most destructive course of action you could possibly take would be to one-word me. Really? One-word? If I wanted a conversation composed exclusively of monosyllabic injunctions and emojis, I would text a toddler instead. Triple chocolate fudge you. I will take my sarcasm, sparkling wit, and good humour elsewhere.