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[sandviching]

phone) [When you pick up the phone you'll hear a sigh of frustration very, very loudly. A few seconds later, the voice speaks again.] Who touched my gun? Will pay dearly for it. Sasha is precious! Cannot be handled by babies. This is not place for mission. Is town full of people. You tell me where Sasha is now!

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[vitalizes]

[Scout laughs into the receiver for a good ten seconds or so before he actually speaks.]

MAN. When th'heck did yer fat ass get here?

I took yer gun. Fer a steak dinner. We had a real nice time. Wanna hear the details?

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What is so funny? Your voice is annoying.

I LIED 2/3

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[OH WAIT HE KNOWS THAT DUMBASS LAUGH.]

You! shut up little man with big mouth before I shove baseball bat in it!

That funny. [laugh oh oh oh.] Your mother invited me over and make me very nice sandviches. Needed lots of energy for what we did after. [MORE LAUGHING... he thinks he's amazing okay.]

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If Sasha not back to me in an hour, I will crush you like soda can! Little baby RED cannot touch gun!

[vitalizes]

[You can't see it, but Scout's expression turns very sour at the mention of his mother making 'sandwiches' for Heavy.]

Ugh.

Just fer that, I think I'm gonna keep her for another night or two. You'd better hope she gets back t'ya in one piece!

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[And he's yelling very, very loudly now.]

GIVE BACK SASHA NOW!

[vitalizes]

[Pulls the receiver away from his ear and blinks. Thanks to Heavy's yelling, the RED's ears will probably ring for days.]

Geez ...

[Brings the phone closer.]

Now I'm keepin' her for a week. Any more yellin' and I ain't ever givin' her back.