Axl: Fine. Whatever. Let's just go get a beer. I need one.
Mike: I don't want to have a beer with you now.
Axl: What?! Oh, I come all this way! Let's move the freezer or... or get a beer or something.
Mike: It's already moved. Your brother made your mom mad.
Axl: Okay, so the freezer's moved. Are we gonna get a beer or not?
Mike: Not.
Axl: Ugh! I don't understand what is happening.
Mike: Look, this was a nice thing my dad did for me when I turned 21, and I always thought when I had a son, when he turned 21, I would do the same thing for him. But you know what? Forget it. Tradition dead.
Axl: No! Mnh-mnh. No way. I came all this way! You cannot not have a beer with me! This is happening, Dad. Here I am approaching the fridge, grabbing a beer. [bottles clink] Tradition alive again.
Mike: Nope.