Bob: And then my mom kicked me out of the house because I spilled juice on the couch, but it's all good. I'm staying at the "Y" and sharing a room with this giant dude named Patrick Standingbear, and he's not much of a talker, but just-
Axl: Yeah, Bob. My shift's over, so... [clicks tongue] I'm gonna go.
Bob: Ah. I'll see you at the Christmas Eve party, right, bro?
Axl: You're coming to the party?
Bob: Hell, yeahs.
Axl: It's "hells, yeah."
Bob: Hells, yeah, bro. See you then, bro. [fist bumps Axl]