Voicemail

[dollpocalypse]

[to the sound of rapid typing and potato chip-crunching in the background]

You're on with Topher. Sure, fine, leave a message if you have to.

Comments

[selfhelphero]

STOP BREATHING ON TONY SO MUCH OMG. LET HIM HAVE OTHER AIR.

[dollpocalypse]

NO HE AND I ARE SHARING GO AWAY

[selfhelphero]

ARE YOU SICK? YOU'D BETTER NOT GIVE HIM A COLD OR SOMETHING. I'LL PUT CLOTHES BACK ON HIM DON'T THINK I WON'T

[dollpocalypse]

Topher let out a shriek of indignation.

DONT YOU DARE ILL TURN OFF THE HEATER IN YOUR ROOM AND MAKE IT SNOW

Tech threats. Fear them.

[selfhelphero]

I CAN MAKE IT SNOW IN YOUR ROOM TOO. YOU DONT SCARE ME.

Because he was drunk, of course.

[dollpocalypse]

WHY ARR YUO TRYIN OT STEAL MY MAN FROM ME?!/1/1/ HE LOVES ME & YOU CANT HAVE HIM OK!??!/ YOU CAN HAVE 1 OF HIS SOX OR SOMETENG

[selfhelphero]

ICANNOT STEAL HIM HE IS NOT YOURS YOU NEED TO STOOOOOOP.

[dollpocalypse]

GO WAWAY NO ONE NEEDS UR DOWNER ATTITUDE, BILLAME

So clever. Really.

[selfhelphero]

FINE IM GONNA GO PET WARREN ACCCIDENTLLY

Tony could totally defend himself. Probably.

[dollpocalypse]

NOT THE PART I BIT THO, Topher told him sternly. THAT PART IS MIIIIIIIIIN