Room 507: Midmorning
One of the nice things about Mondays? No class since Thursday. Which means Jamie is doing some serious sleeping in.
Unfortunately his rest is interrupted by his cell ring which strongly resembles the Macarena.
"Hello?"
"Junior!"
Jamie groaned. "Guido, I told you never to call me that."
"I'm seven feet tall and full of muscle. I'm like the guy from the land down under except I'm a foot taller and I don't have any vegemite sandwiches."
Jamie snickered. "You're seriously weird."
"Who? Me?"
"Yes. You."
"And how is that?" said the voice at the other end of the phone which briefly halted the conversation with some beeping horns and some swearing at a taxi cab.
"When Banshee died everyone said you were thinking of the guy who sang the 'Doo-Run-Run'," Jamie answered when Guido had his full attention.
"Well, it's a natural assumption. I'm just glad there aren't any superheroes with the same name as Parker Stevenson."
"So when he dies you won't have that embarrassment to deal with?" Jamie asked.
"You got it, Junior," Guido replied. "Listen, I'm calling for a reason. What are you doing Friday night?"
"Does it matter?" Jamie asked.
"Well if you have plans, we- Oh. Right. Nevermind," Guido replied no apparently remembering who he is talking to. "So any-who we have a job over in Alexandria and we were wondering if you can help us out? We just need to have a package picked up at Buzzy Bee's over in the Landmark Mall."
"Buzzy Bee's?"
"Kiddie rides for wee ones just like you. It's in the food court," Guido replied. "I assume you're still wearing the green t-shirt and trenchcoat? That's what he is expecting you to wear. 9:00 pm before the mall closes."
"Yeah, I'll be there," Jamie said finally sitting up in bed. "What's the package?"
"Not sure," Guido replied. "Personally I'm hoping it's filled with laffy taffy."
"You are seriously strange."
"Look who's talking. Listen I better go, apparently it's unsafe to be driving while talking on a cell phone. Later Junior!"
After his conversation with Guido was finished, Jamie debated whether or not to get out of bed and do something worthwhile or stay in bed.
Then he did both. It pays to be human xerox machine.
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Unfortunately his rest is interrupted by his cell ring which strongly resembles the Macarena.
"Hello?"
"Junior!"
Jamie groaned. "Guido, I told you never to call me that."
"I'm seven feet tall and full of muscle. I'm like the guy from the land down under except I'm a foot taller and I don't have any vegemite sandwiches."
Jamie snickered. "You're seriously weird."
"Who? Me?"
"Yes. You."
"And how is that?" said the voice at the other end of the phone which briefly halted the conversation with some beeping horns and some swearing at a taxi cab.
"When Banshee died everyone said you were thinking of the guy who sang the 'Doo-Run-Run'," Jamie answered when Guido had his full attention.
"Well, it's a natural assumption. I'm just glad there aren't any superheroes with the same name as Parker Stevenson."
"So when he dies you won't have that embarrassment to deal with?" Jamie asked.
"You got it, Junior," Guido replied. "Listen, I'm calling for a reason. What are you doing Friday night?"
"Does it matter?" Jamie asked.
"Well if you have plans, we- Oh. Right. Nevermind," Guido replied no apparently remembering who he is talking to. "So any-who we have a job over in Alexandria and we were wondering if you can help us out? We just need to have a package picked up at Buzzy Bee's over in the Landmark Mall."
"Buzzy Bee's?"
"Kiddie rides for wee ones just like you. It's in the food court," Guido replied. "I assume you're still wearing the green t-shirt and trenchcoat? That's what he is expecting you to wear. 9:00 pm before the mall closes."
"Yeah, I'll be there," Jamie said finally sitting up in bed. "What's the package?"
"Not sure," Guido replied. "Personally I'm hoping it's filled with laffy taffy."
"You are seriously strange."
"Look who's talking. Listen I better go, apparently it's unsafe to be driving while talking on a cell phone. Later Junior!"
After his conversation with Guido was finished, Jamie debated whether or not to get out of bed and do something worthwhile or stay in bed.
Then he did both. It pays to be human xerox machine.
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