Separated at birth we must be united, talk, have a beer and then fight to the death.
This isn't a fraternity, bro. (I'd get real trendy and call you "bra", but I don't want you to think there's anything good about you.) This is real life. (unless it's just fantasy) You can't just buy me a beer when you know I drink malt liquor and call it a day. I'm too evil to comply with that generosity crap.