Thirty-Ninth Bite || PHONE/ACTION

[wimpyvampire]

{{PHONE}}
*It had been a while since Conrad screamed into the phone or anything of the sort, so maybe this was a good time to hear his WONDERFUL voice over the phones. Plus, he hasn't been up to date on the recent happenings of Mayfield.*

Ah, it's been a while.

Um. Thanks Worth. For the um. gift of sorts. Also, Casimiro, I have that present of

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[weaponsparked]

Shall I beat some sense into your spawn?

[weaponsparked]

You should try harder.

[wimpyvampire]

Tch. Thanks for the advice.

[weaponsparked]

Well, I offered to do it for you... but no.

[wimpyvampire]

You take care of your house, I'll take care of my own.

For all I know, you might destroy half of the house or something.

[weaponsparked]

... Why would I do that?

[wimpyvampire]

Well you've got your... robotic things. I dunno how you discipline your children!

[weaponsparked]

We're mechanical, we don't have spawn.

[wimpyvampire]

But you teach the younger ones... don't you?

[weaponsparked]

I taught a pair of inexperienced imbeciles, yes. As punishment.

[wimpyvampire]

....W-What did you do to them?

[weaponsparked]

[Pause.]

...

No, no. Training them was my punishment. All I did was put them through combat simulations, as instructed.

[wimpyvampire]

O-Oh! *HURHUR, smart Conrad*

I bet it wasn't THAT bad.

[weaponsparked]

[He snorts.]

You've never met those two ingrates. You've no idea how horrible they are.

[wimpyvampire]

And you haven't met Hanna in person.

*Though, he did tell Sideswipe about that stupid nickname.*

[weaponsparked]

... is that one of your spawn?