Postrock/Postpunk
Me: Well, all the women text you except the one you like. And it hurts, so we drink. Sister: Get away from him!
In A minor.
It has Seoul.
Soul
5-year-old: A baby. Woman: What kind of baby 5-year-old: A human one. Nailed it.
Pedants !
That he needed to address the situation
Will you envelope with me? (I know its Corny, but it makes me chuckle.)