Yah, you know Max, Chad's roommate? The guy who's worked fast food since he was 16? Nice guy and all, but impossible to talk to. It's like he's got a bad router up there or something. It feels like one of us has a bad ping. No no, listen, it goes something like this:

Me: Hey Max! What's up? Didja see the new Max Payne Preview on GameSpy this weekend?

Max: Yo.

Me: Is Chad home? Can I grab a beer? I'm good for it.

Max: I can't wait to shoot some guys in slow-motion.

Me: Right, I'll just, uh, hold off on the beer then. When's Chad supposed to be home?

Max: Did you see him running through that burning building?

Me: Who, Chad?

Max: Sure, have a beer, they're not mine.

Me: ...yeah, I think I need one now. So you dug Max Payne?

Max: He'll be here soon.

Me: Who, Max Payne or Chad?

Max: Yeah.

Me: Oh ... oh God, just stop talking.

Max: Uh hunh. Chad.