Just thinking it provides an additional venue for discussion and/or hi-jinx. Alycia and Summer jog down the street, taking a short-cut through some back alleyways to make it over to their usual stop, a juice bar that Alycia frequents. The guy steps out from behind the dumpster, pistol pointed at them. "Hey, bitches! I want your wallets, your watches, your cell phones, your Qpods, whatever you got on you. Right now. Whatever you got, let me have it." Alycia looks over at Summer. "Oh, please. Let me."