Andrew and Neil

Andrew and Neil had been communicating online for years. They messaged each other daily, making plans to meet, but they always fell through.

“Hello,” Neil wrote. "It's a nightmare, I don't know where I got so much stuff from. It's impossible to move." "Are you moving after all?" Andrew wrote.

• I have no choice. — Write when you move in. “Okay,” Neil wrote and continued moving things.

Five hours later, Neil wrote to Andrew again:

• Phew. I'm so tired... And the neighbors are throwing a party, the scum.
• Oh, we're having a party too! Nicky and Aaron are with me. "I understand everything with you. But if they don't turn the music down within twenty minutes, I'll kill them. I've been listening to this horror for an hour now." — Okay, bye. I'm busy. We're having fun here. Go beat the neighbors.
• Bye, party animal.

About thirty minutes passed. Neil grabbed a frying pan and went upstairs, loudly banging on the door.

— Wait, guys. Looks like the neighbors are here.

Andrew opened the door and said with a grin:

• What do you want?

But when he saw who had arrived, he froze in place. Neil dropped the frying pan.

"Who's there?" Aaron shouted.

Andrew continued to watch, unable to say or do anything.