Voicemail

[goddamngrenades]

You have reached the voice mail system of FOXTROT 12.

When you are finished recording, just hang up or press pound for more options.

To request a locksmith, press one.

To hear these options in Spanish, press dos.

To send a verbal confirmation of a written command, press three.

To send a written confirmation of a verbal command, press four.

For delivery options, press five.

To page this person, press six.

To locate your nearest operator, press seven.

To leave a call back number, press eight.

To repeat this message, press nine.

Press zero for other options.

To mark this message as urgent, press eleven.

Thank you for calling, have a nice day.

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Comments

evening 142, encrypted text, Lingormr

[complicatedliar]

Making popcorn. Wanna share?

[Attached video of this]

Cute suits, BTW. Just missing the fuzzy dice and hot girl silhouette mud flaps.

evening 142, encrypted text, Lingormr

[goddamngrenades]

oh my fucking god what-

Jesus. Okay. I'm going to go take care of this. Debbie's still over there, right?

evening 142, encrypted text, Lingormr

[complicatedliar]

Yeah still keeping me company.

When you're done fucking or killing that asshole, maybe come back over? The GF just got home and she's not doing real well. Kind of worried, could use someone else to help make her tea and hold back her hair.

Debbie's a sympathy puker, BTW. In case you didn't know.

Fun times in casa de Lingormr.

evening 142, encrypted text, Lingormr

[goddamngrenades]

I'll pick up soup on the way home. Damn. I'll try to keep it short. Times like this I'm glad I had the mechanic pop an automatic stall in, you know?

aw, Debbie, no. Baby's first vomit. I feel like I should've been there.

evening 142, encrypted text, Lingormr

[complicatedliar]

Clear soup, no meat, only soft vegetables and noodles. It's that bad.

Ooh, tricksy, York. I like it.

I might have a vid somewhere if you want to experience it in all its technicolor glory. Kind of reminded me of a kitten with a hairball, except for the part where... well. Half-digested tacos. Just think about that. And corn. Where the fuck did the corn come from? I swear there wasn't any corn in any of that.

evening 142, encrypted text, Lingormr

[goddamngrenades]

Wow, that is bad.

Aw jesus. I'll bring popsicles and ice cream too. Debbie likes popsicles. Lime green ones. No idea why that's her favorite color. Need extra buckets?

evening 142, encrypted text, Lingormr

[complicatedliar]

Yeah.

Got enough buckets. Debbie's been fine since I got her away from patient zero. She can just hang out in my room and work the project. The GFs sacked out on the couch, since that was the straightest shot to the head.

Not that she's making it there most of the time.

evening 142, encrypted text, Lingormr

[goddamngrenades]

Oh god that's gross. She must be feeling awful. Anything else I can bring on the way home? Comfort food, air freshener, new carpet?

evening 142, encrypted text, Lingormr

[complicatedliar]

Debbie might need some new shoes.

evening 142, encrypted text, Lingormr

[goddamngrenades]

aw she liked those shoes. Okay. New shoes. Pajamas for all.