Death Hotline [AweSamPonk]

Chapter Eleven

* Four months later *

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"Saaaaaaam??? Are you almost ready yet?!"

*The phone was on speaker, resting atop Sam's dresser as he changed*

"Almost! Just gotta put pants on."

"Well, what if we don't /want/ you to wear pants?"

"Uhh... that would be a bit... I dunno, weird?"

"Agh, I guess... you never let me have any fun." *fake scoff*

"I never let you have any fun?? Says the one who wouldn't let us play strip poker! That's loads more fun than Uno, Monopoly, or LIFE!"

"Hey! I didn't want to make it awkward between Foolish and you! He's a married man, y'know."

"Well, /duh/. He's the luckiest married man alive! I would kill to take his place. Well, not kill /him/ of course! Just some rando."

"Pfft- you sure are full of it today, Sam. Can't wait to see what that causes when we're all hanging out."

"Yeah, who knows? Maybe I'll just uh, give Foolish a lil' ol' lap dance~?"

"NO WAY! There's no way in hell I'd let you do that! I don't want you to scar him for life!!"

"HEY! Are you calling me ugly? Have you seen these abs?! You could grate /cheese/ on them!!"

"Pfft- that's not what I was talking about! Of course you're hot, Sam, it's just... I don't want Foolish to be uncomfortable... ya know?"

"Of course, Ponk... I would never do anything you or him were uncomfortable with. I was joking."

"I know... I just wanted you to know my thought process here."

"Uh oh-"

"...What?"

"You guys better be ready... because I'm- hupp! - done getting ready."

"Oh no! The all powerful and intimidating Samuel AweSamDude is ready! We'd better get ready to run in fear!"

*The two burst out into laughter*

* They continue their harmless banter for a little longer before they hang up. Sam was going to Ponk and Foolish's house to play board games, video games, watch movies, and just hang out. A type of bonding night, just to get comfortable with eachother. *