Jul 04, 2011 23:01
[phone, ostensibly to operator]
Ah. ...Hello, yes. I wish to speak to Officer Grady, if at all possible. ...Off duty today? Yes, yes, I understand. The holiday, after all. Perfectly understandable. Yes, but I'd like to file a report for him to investigate whenever he returns.
What's the problem...? It's a bit difficult to explain... How do I put it... Oh, yes.
To be succinct, there's a, ah... a sort of masked red and gray monster... samurai... thing that appeared out of a little ball I found in my pocket. It's got blades for hands, and I don't think it can say anything except the word 'bishop', which I take to be some sort of vague desire to be baptized. It doesn't seem to understand that I'm Protestant, no matter how Bibles I throw. I wouldn't have called at all, you see, given the festivities, but it's followed me inside the house, and it keeps cutting through the barricades I put up against the doors -- not to mention the doors themselves; do you know doors have gotten terribly expensive to install in this recent economy, but I'm afraid I've just about reached the last door on this fl --
...........Hello? Hello, operator? Hello?
[SMASH]
Oh, crud.
[action]
[About ten minutes after this phone call, a man wearing an impeccable suit may be seen fleeing down the streets of Mayfield followed shortly by a red and grey samurai that looks quite peeved at being called a monster.]