“It’s cool, it’s whatever," said Road after listening to you complaining to your roommate about your mom nagging you to call your aunt. “I just don’t really think it was a nice thing to say. Imagine if I was like, oh you remind me of someone super annoying. Like, that would be rude. I wouldn’t do that.”

“I mean you could really say anything. How about, ‘like a broken clock’? Or no wait, like a heartbeat. Or like, I dunno, bird or something. They repeat, right?” Road suggested in despair. "I’m not typically an ideas guy. I know I’m not perfect, but, it’s not my fault I repeat–I repeat-I repeat–I repeat–I repeat–I repeat–I repeat–oh Goddammit.”

At press time, Abbey Road was comforted by two birds who had narrowly escaped one stone.