Sue: Oh, my god. I can't believe I'm missing a test. This is a disaster. Me, a test misser? Axl, you're not listening to me! I am missing a test, and it is all your fault!
Axl: [wakes up] My fault? What are you talking about? I threw a party in your room, and you loved it.
Sue: I did. I did love it. I was partying like John Mayer last night! I don't know what I was thinking. Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. There's 20 minutes left of class. If I wade through the fountain, I can shave off 30 seconds.
Axl: Sue, you are not thinking clearly. You cannot take a two-hour test in 20 minutes.
Sue: Right. Maybe I can ask for some extra credit, or Mom can e-mail the professor and explain to him that I made a mistake.
Axl: Sue! This is not high school. They don't care. Look, just give me 10 minutes and I can teach you how to get out of this. Congratulations. You've just been accepted to the University of Axl.