She's giving herself emotional distress. She's creating problems that don't exist. She is getting offended over obvious jokes that shouldn't offend her in the first place.
One day I'm going to track you down drug you and drag you all the way to my Brooklyn basement where I'll cut slices of skin off of your stomach and stuff it full of salt and proceed to sow it back together.
While you beg for swift death I'll just smile and cut you some more.
Every time you give yourself emotional distress I will cut you some more and shove more salt into your wounds.
"Stop feeling pain lord Tony it's only a chemical reaction!"