Devin: Uh, so, what's going on? I haven't seen you in a year, then I run into you at a party, and now you wanna get drinks?
Axl: Uh, yeah. Well, you know, this might sound kinda strange, but, um, I've got some questions about...
the universe.
Devin: Ah, universe questions. Bring it.
Axl: Okay, great. So, when we were going out, uh, I don't know, it seemed like we were pretty good together.
I mean, we both liked to hang, and we both liked to dip our fries in mustard, we were both awesome at sports.
Devin: I'm better.
Axl: Debatable. So, why did we break up again?
Devin: Uh, you tell me. Did we, even? I mean, I know we talked about seeing other people, but I thought we we'd still hang out and watch football, maybe mess around a little, but you didn't text or anything. Kinda seemed like you were sending me a message.
Axl: No! No, no, no, no, no. There's no message there. I am not that deep.
Devin: Okay, a little advice If you really wanted to see me, you knew where I lived!
Axl: Well, how was I supposed to know that? If I did, maybe it would've...
Devin: Hey, if the Seahawks had handed the ball to Marshawn Lynch at the one-yard line, they could've won the Super Bowl, but, you know, whatever. Hindsight's 20/20, right? [goes to playfully punch Axl] Oh, right. Other arm. [playfully punches Axl]