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[insufferablysmug]

 "You've reached Monet St. Croix. I'm not picking up the phone because I have something better to do. 

Leave your name and number if you want."

Comments

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Some... gibberish?

[insufferablysmug]

X-Factor Investigations. If it weren't such a complete and utter waste of our time, we could find your missing pizza shop, but we don't do pizza.

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! [ Beat. ] Could you really? I keep calling the wrong number...

[insufferablysmug]

At least you apologized.

[ beeat. ] Do you have money?

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Um, maybe.

[insufferablysmug]

Maybe?

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

How much d'you want?

[insufferablysmug]

[ siiigh, and then she rattles off a phone number ]

They have Hawaiian. That will be fifty cents, please.

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Yay, thank you, miss! You're the best! Um, how do I get you the fifty cents?

[ Also, he's going to get the number wrong, and end up calling Scarecrow... ]

[insufferablysmug]

Just drop it by the X-Factor Investigations Agency sometime.

[ Well, at least she didn't put any effort into it. Just read the nearest fast food menu tacked to the wall. ]

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Where's that?

[insufferablysmug]

[ An address FRANKLY SHE EXPECTS HIM TO FORGET IT ]

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Thank you!

[ Except he actually writes it down UNLIKE THE NUMBER... ]

[insufferablysmug]

Yes, very good.

[ HANGS UP ]