[[Residents of the 949 Beulah Street household, or any surrounding houses for that matter, will probably hear angry shouting. For those of you who aren't nearby, you'll hear it over the phones as well.]]
...The fuck is this?!
[[Stomp stomp stompin' around the room, growling and generally being angry.]]Where the fuck am I? What the fuck is this
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HEY. HEY ASSHOLE. WHY DON'T'CHA SHUT IT SO AH CAN THINK.
Dipshit.
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HEY.
GO SUCK A DICK, WOMAN. OH WAIT, I JUST REMEMBERED.
THAT'S WHAT YOU USUALLY DO ANYWAY
BECAUSE YOU SUCK
WHORE.
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[[Well, that was easy.]]
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Um. Like, I know that voice. Shouldn't you totally know this already?
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[[Disgusted sigh.]]
You sound like you've come out of Babysitter's Club or something.
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. . . But like, what the heck happened to you? Get droned for a week and you come out with amnesia? That's like, a new one.
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"Droned?"
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[The phone line goes dead, and Jane's on her way.]
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[[Line is dead. Doop.]]
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KNOCKING IS FOR SQUARES.
Jane leaps into the room, poised to maul the threat into oblivion!]
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[[Just staring. Like, forever.
NOTICE HE'S AN INCH OR TWO SHORTER
AND YOUNGER
AND HANDSOMER]]
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[[Siiigh.]]
People need to stop calling me by a name that ain't mine.
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