Scene: Kitchen at sunrise. Smell of bread warming in the toaster. Rebecca Black’s “Friday” playing un-ironically on the Amazon Echo. A wubanub sails through the air and lands at the feet of Daniel (D). Matador (M), still in his pajamas, glowers intensely.
D: What’s the matter?
M: I throw OG.
D: No, why did you throw OG?
M: Yes. I throw OG.
D: Yes, but why?
D (sighing): That’s alright, bud. I haven’t taught you what why means yet.
M: Y means YouTube.
D (longer, more despondent sigh): Yeah, yeah. Y means YouTube. Now pick up OG.