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"Yeah, baby, I'll be home as soon as I can. If traffic's good."
Enter one young man who probably looks a little familiar, especially to those who are acquainted with a certain Clark Kent. He taps the headset in his ear and turns to get into where his car just was, and then doubletakes.
"What the hell? Where'd my --" He trails off and runs a hand through his hair, looking confused, and shoves his keys back in his pocket.
"Okay, I don't know what the fuck is going on here, but this definitely isn't LA." He folds his arms across his chest and frowns, then looks around the room some more in hopes that someone will maybe show up to tell him what the hell's going on.
Typist: Presenting Bobby Long, from Zack and Miri Make a Porno. Pretty much entirely Rika's fault. XD
Enter one young man who probably looks a little familiar, especially to those who are acquainted with a certain Clark Kent. He taps the headset in his ear and turns to get into where his car just was, and then doubletakes.
"What the hell? Where'd my --" He trails off and runs a hand through his hair, looking confused, and shoves his keys back in his pocket.
"Okay, I don't know what the fuck is going on here, but this definitely isn't LA." He folds his arms across his chest and frowns, then looks around the room some more in hopes that someone will maybe show up to tell him what the hell's going on.
Typist: Presenting Bobby Long, from Zack and Miri Make a Porno. Pretty much entirely Rika's fault. XD