Me: You know the deal with us? Because I’ve been thinking about it.
Her: Hm?
Me: Well. It’s like this, you see. We’re no strangers to love. You know the rules. And so do I.
Her: What?
Me: A true commitment’s what I’m thinking of. And honestly, you know, I don’t really think you’d get this from any other guy.
Her: Um. Okay.
Me: I, if you follow me, just have to tell you what I’m feeling. Have to make you comprehend, or in some way fathom.
Her: Oh. OH, no.
Me: There are a series of things I’m never going to do. To wit: [ticking off on my fingers] Give you up. Let you down. Run around. Desert you.
Her: Are you RICK ROLLING ME?
Me: Further, I hereby pledge never to [again with the fingers] Make you cry. Say goodbye. Tell a lie. Nor, indeed, shall I in any way through action or inaction, hurt you.
Her: I’m begging you.
Me: Never gonna give. Never gonna, as I just implied, give.
Her: I’m going to kill you.
