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Room 503, Saturday Evening
Roy was having a weird day. It started out with some girl calling him about a coat. He'd returned her call, but then Bobby called about secret identities, and what was wrong with people in this place? Really. He'd called him back, but then Karla decided he needed her help or whatever, and possibly Roy was a little rude in telling her he didn't need or want her help right now. You know. Maybe just a little.
He'd promised Dinah, his Dinah, he'd call her today, but he was in no mood to do so whatsoever. Later, he would realize this had probably been a good thing.
((Establishy, but can be open!))
He'd promised Dinah, his Dinah, he'd call her today, but he was in no mood to do so whatsoever. Later, he would realize this had probably been a good thing.
((Establishy, but can be open!))
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Fear the evil glint. Feeeear."I got a message from you meant for someone else, you got a message from me meant for someone else, and I got
at least, assuming there are no more pingstwo other messages that didn't make any sense whatsoever. I think somebody's messing with the phones."no subject
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"I have no idea whose number I actually dialed. Or who I ended up with. I think it's better that way."
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Yeah, there's no way he would've had the courage to do that if he hadn't known the phones were being weird. "That's the spirit, man. We're helping keep people on their toes, here. It is practically a public service."
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That one had been awesome.
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"Oh my god, that was perfect!" he crowed.
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