Room 503, Saturday Evening

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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.

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Roy wasn't exactly a slouch, but he was no World's Greatest Detective, and he didn't have as much of a penchant for pranks as Bobby.

Also, as far as he knew, that message from Karla had actually been meant for him.

"What do you mean?" And why is there an evil glint in your eyes?

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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 pings two other messages that didn't make any sense whatsoever. I think somebody's messing with the phones."

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"Yeah, that would--that would make a lot of sense. I mean, I got one call I'm pretty sure was for me, but I got two more that--well, one of 'em was yours, and the other one didn't make any sense at all," Roy said. "Huh."

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"Clearly," Bobby said, "we should take advantage of this."

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Roy thought about this for a moment. Then his eyes lit up. "I like the way you think, 'mano."

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And so out came Bobby's Blackberry, and the dialing of a completely random number from the school directory.

"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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Roy laughed a bit, then pulled out his phone and did his own version. "This is kind of fun."

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In the meantime, Bobby had received another voicemail. So of course, he had to leave a reply.

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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Roy had also gotten another voicemail, and was now scarred for life. "Uhhhh...yeah."

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"You okay, dude? You look like someone just told you Santa Claus is a myth."

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"I--I just. I." Roy did not need to be thinking about Dinah kissing girls. He just didn't. He shook himself. "Yeah, man, what were we talking about?"

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"Taking advantage of this golden opportunity someone has seen fit to hand us," Bobby said solemnly.

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"Right," Roy said. "Hang on, I got another one." His eyes lit up as he listened to the message, then he punched in a number at random and passed the joy on.

That one had been awesome.

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And that just made Bobby crack right up.

"Oh my god, that was perfect!" he crowed.

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"It was like fate," Roy said, practically glowing with glee. "Oh my God."