MC Apt # - 4: Friday
Moist had been having such a good morning, which was interrupted by the irritating ring of the phone. Blasted thing couldn't even wait until he picked it up.
He checked the voicemail and was left blinking at the phone when he heard the message.
It made no sense, but then very little in this place did. It could not go unreturned, however, and he sat back, rather satisfied with that reply.
His satisfaction was short-lived, as the damn phone kept burping once then stopping, leaving the light flashing at him. And not once, but twice! "The imps are obviously faulty," he muttered as he returned first one, then the other.
Then he spent awhile glaring at the phone.
He checked the voicemail and was left blinking at the phone when he heard the message.
It made no sense, but then very little in this place did. It could not go unreturned, however, and he sat back, rather satisfied with that reply.
His satisfaction was short-lived, as the damn phone kept burping once then stopping, leaving the light flashing at him. And not once, but twice! "The imps are obviously faulty," he muttered as he returned first one, then the other.
Then he spent awhile glaring at the phone.