crickets

so mark and i have a lot of time to g chat whilst at work. some of it is business ie. what's for din? some of it is link sharing ie. this one. some of it is just chats and such. but mark has reached a new low of being passive aggressive. i ask a question and he answers with ...
yeah. i know. what the heck does that mean ...
just an elipsis, right? but no. in mark's dangerous psyche, these ... are crickets.
there are always just three.
and they sometimes go on and on  like this:
me: ps i forgot i told so and so i would help her with a project tonight.
mugs.
want to help?
 Mark: ...
...
...
...
...
me: crickets?
Mark: ...
...
yep
...
hear em?
...
me: so, yes you want to help?
Mark: ...
me: thanks!!!
Mark: ...
...
me: love you
Mark: ...
...
...
...
...
...
...
me: the crickets can come too
Mark: I can keep this up all day
...
...
...
 me: it's fun
fjun
Mark: they'll already be there (the crickets)

ergh. he can be so infuriatingly darling. and he thinks he is so funny.