There's three rings, then he answers. "Hello?" There's a pause, then a sarcastic: "You got distracted." "So good that you've been working on it for, what, 16 hours straight?" There's some tapping on the end; sounds like he might be drumming his fingers on a table. He sighs, "Sure, tell me what this great idea is." "Yeah, and skipping school isn't helping them." "You don't say..." "Oh, you'll be grounded alright. But I can't believe you'd ask for a motorcycle after pulling a stunt like this. And using your savings on it? That's not what that money is for." "I said no. You have to learn to be more responsible, and skipping school because you were thinking of getting a motorcycle is no way to start." He sighs. "You do this all the time. You need to start taking more responsibility! You can't act like this when you're an adult." "Nobody said it would be." "Speaking of school. You'd better get there if you're not already. There's still a good three hours left." "Right. I know you can do it." "I'll call her. You just get to class." "Goodbye. See you tonight."