Room 423, Saturday morning
Sam woke up to the sound of the world's dorkiest ring tone. She groped around for her hammer to smash it with, but it wasn't in reach, so she finally gave in and answered the damn phone.
"H'lo?"
"Fredward!" said the voice on the other end. "You're not just waking up, are you?"
Sam blinked. "Mrs. Benson? Freddie's not here right now."
"That is not funny, young man! You should have been up to double-poo hours ago!"
Sam snickered. "Poo." Then gradually realized that her voice sounded weird. And she'd been sleeping in a funny position, all laid out flat with her head on the actual pillow. And she had . . . bits that weren't usually there. "Did I turn into a boy again?"
"Are you ill? Fredward, take your temperature! I think you have a fever!"
Sam turned the laptop on the nearby desk around and switched on the webcam. And then stared. "Oh sweet mother of chiz."
"FREDWARD BENSON! You go wash your mouth out with soap this instant!"
This? Was going to be a loooooooooooong day.
[ooc: specifically for one.]
"H'lo?"
"Fredward!" said the voice on the other end. "You're not just waking up, are you?"
Sam blinked. "Mrs. Benson? Freddie's not here right now."
"That is not funny, young man! You should have been up to double-poo hours ago!"
Sam snickered. "Poo." Then gradually realized that her voice sounded weird. And she'd been sleeping in a funny position, all laid out flat with her head on the actual pillow. And she had . . . bits that weren't usually there. "Did I turn into a boy again?"
"Are you ill? Fredward, take your temperature! I think you have a fever!"
Sam turned the laptop on the nearby desk around and switched on the webcam. And then stared. "Oh sweet mother of chiz."
"FREDWARD BENSON! You go wash your mouth out with soap this instant!"
This? Was going to be a loooooooooooong day.
[ooc: specifically for one.]