Brick: Man, I'm beat.
Mike: Hey, hold on a sec. I wanna talk to you.
Brick: I got picked on by a third grader, but when I told my teacher, he said since I'm in fifth now, I should just handle it. So I went back to reason with the third grader, and he took my lunch, pushed me down, and had the rest of the third graders stand on me. Sorry. What did you want to talk to me about again?
Mike: Eh... I'll, uh, catch you later.