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"Hello, you've reached Bertha Marilla Blythe. I'm not home at the moment, but please leave your name and a number where I might reach you and I'll ring you back the moment I get a chance to."
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"Okay, let's get this straight. One, I'm not hairy. Except when I'm not exactly human, but that's beside the point. Secondly, I'd at least like to know who the fuck you are before I'm going to want to get into your pants."
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"I, um, believe you may be quite confused about my intentions, my lady. Especially since I am hardly a girl. *cough* Should you wish to have dinner with me, however, I would be greatly honored, though I am sorry to disappoint you that there will be no...er...um....sexy photoshoots. *cough* I am already quite promised to another, and I do not think she would approve."
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"First off, I am no one's anything-in-law. Second, you're not my type either. You don't have to get all weird about it."
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Yes, Rilla, you were being accidentally booty-called. Wasn't that exciting?
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Sure, confuse the kid from another galaxy, whoever'd left that message. Anakin would totally blame that later for how he managed to send the call somewhere else, because there was no way he could botch something as incredibly basic as returning a call, was there?
"I have no idea what Kardashians are, but I think I'd rather voluntarily spend the night in a Hutt's palace than do something that has to do with pudding and butts. So no, you don't get to know who I am."
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