Amir: (Talking into the phone) A3. D2. D4. (Jake is at the vending machine on the other end of the phone, having just purchased a Milky Way) Jake: Okay, you sunk my Milky Way. Amir: (Eating a Milky Way) So fucking sick. Jake: Can we stop? I'm down like eight bucks. Amir: We'll stop when the machine's empty. B2!