Sue: Axl, I need your phone.
Axl: Sha! Some hot chick must have got my number. She's texting me some pretty serious PG 13 stuff.
Sue: No, I need to tell you something.
Axl: Tell me how to spell "fondle" and then beat it.
Sue: Axl, those texts are from Matt.
Axl: Right. Matt's some hot chick who wants to do stuff to my stuff.
Sue: No, I used up all my monthly texts yesterday, so I told Matt to text me on your phone.
Axl: Oh, God. This is Matt? Uhh! That is so not cool. Brrr! Ugh! And tell him the picnic by the lake is off.