T: Put your hand up to your face. What are you touching? Anything covering your face?
B: It doesn't feel like it, but it looks like it. In the mirrow it looks like it.
T: Are you touching a ski mask by any chance?
B: Uh HUH.
T: Now in your other hand, what's in your other hand?
B: The phone.
T: Ok, is that, is there...
B: ... and a knife.
T: Ok there it is. Why do these guys find me?
B: You know why?
T: Why?
B: Because we like the night life baby... *claps* she says... *claps* YOU DIE. *hangs up*
T: Oh my God, that's horrible. I just got threatened to the tune of "Let's Go."