“You need to take some of your shit off the laptop. I have 80 gigs and it’s somehow out of room.”
“We can take all those music files off. The ones that aren’t iTunes.”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”
“So, that’s everything in ‘My Music’ right?”
“No, be careful, the iTunes files are in there, too. Don’t delete those.”
“What? No, I know.”
“Don’t just delete everything in the ‘My Music’ file because the iTunes are in there, too.”
“I heard you.”
[Time passes.]
“Fuck.”
Edited to add: He didn’t actually manage to delete all the iTunes. I can’t want to tell him when he gets home.
Tiny Cat Pants 
B, did you just lose the song I sent you today?
No, thankfully, I still have that in my email and I had saved it to the desktop.
Ah, good. One thing I hate hearing is that “fuck” coming from in front of the computer.