AM, stomping around and screaming: “No! NO! NOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!”
There is no context. It is just what’s on his mind. Pretty much all day every day, but worse after 8 in the morning. (Really, until then he’s often his usual sweet self.)
If I didn’t know this was normal, I’d probably be trying to sell him to the nearest caravan bound for Egypt. On the other hand, I might be in a better place mentally if I didn’t know that things are going to get worse before they get better. Because 3 1/2 is coming before 4.