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" honestly fuck all of u guys "
" u guys suck "
" i hate u all "reply to this comment instead of commenting on my page or ill cut u
Yo this account still active?
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Nice Layout ~:3
ring ring. ( honey, the phone line's cut. )
aw thanks dude!
( || he puts his legs up on the security table, thoughts swirling around his head as he clicks his pen. click. click. click. click. what day was it? )
( || organized and precise. his eyes flicker around the room, feeling the wind from the electronic desk fan brush against his cheek - his face, caressing him somehow. dave lets out a sigh, pulling his cap down a bit - it doesn't really help, but that's the most effort he'd do instead of switching the fan off. it's already on it's lowest setting - one. it kinda annoyed him, really. )
( || he stops the clicking of the pen once he hears footsteps invade the silent atmosphere of the room. getting his feet off, he puts the pen down on the table and leans back into the chair. phone guy - scott, right? they've been partners for years - long enough for scott to know a little bit of his personality. only a little. )
( || he smiles readily. here we go. )
(S)cott had been having a pretty bad day.
After all, it was hard enough just dealing with these guys normally, but when you're trying to record a message for when you either (hopefully)quit, or (probably)die, it's an absolute nightmare. Heck, it's hard just managing to not get these guys to leave a message of their own.
Oh great, now Toy Freddy's in the hallway, probably soon to walk into the office.
Wind the music box and... He's gone. He wasn't in the office, he didn't think, because otherwise he would be right in front of him, and he wasn't still in the hallway, the flashlight confirmed that.
The flickering light proved his suspicions of him not being in the office quite wrong.
"Ay, Phonie! Recordin' a message, huh?" The boston bear asked, leaning against the back of Phone Guy's chair.
"Good idea, since ya'z not gonna be 'round much longer!" He said with a chuckle.
Since when was he the sneaky one?