text: Deacon: Yo, my neighbor's hellion child?
  Tessa: Yes?
  Deacon: Just took a screwdriver and scratched all down the side of their car! 
  Tessa: Oh man!
  Deacon: Yeah, he's a dead little shit now!
  Tessa: Insurance?
  Deacon: Probably but still a deductible, according to Fred.
  Tessa: That kid will be paying with his allowance for years...
  Deacon: They won't make him, he's spoiled as all hell.
  Tessa: Brat.
  Deacon: The worst kind.
  Tessa: Must be fun living next door. Does he visit?
  Deacon: Not anymore. I don't put up with his nonsense and he knows it.
  Tessa: The only way to be around those kinds of kids.
  Deacon: I know. My sister's kid is the same and hates me too.
  Tessa: You aren't their doormat.
  Deacon: No way.
  Tessa: You doing anything later?
  Deacon: Just watching a movie or something, probably pizza delivery. Wanna join me?
  Tessa: Sure! Be there at 7 and will bring the pizza! What do you like/
  Deacon: Anything but anchovies and green peppers.
  Tessa: No prob. CU L8R.
target: Deacon's neighbour's Hellion child just scratched the side of their car with a screwdriver. Tessa will join Deacon watching a movie or something later, she'll be there around 7 and bring the pizza.