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Seb and Garry in: Prank Calls

Akari is seen relaxing in the Friend Group's living room, when her phone rings.

Akari, picking up: Hm?
Caller: Hello, I am calling to inform you that your Van-

Akari hangs up.

Akari: Another one of these...

Seb and Garry watch this play out, and gain some cocky smirks.

Seb: You thinking what I'm thinking?
Garry: Hell yeah.
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Minutes Later...

Garry: So, this'll call any phone anywhere?
Seb: Real or Fictional. From their view, we might as well be neighbors.
Garry: So, who we callin first?

Seb uses Rewrite to spawn a comically large phone book between himself and Garry, before flipping through the pages.

Garry: What about that guy?
Seb: Way ahead of you.
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In a far off segment of space, a faded-blue colored "Grey" Alien is seen at a desk, when an alarm goes off next to him.

Computer: Incoming Call Detected
???: Connect!
Garry: Is this... Khador?
Khador: Yes, you have successfully reached me. What is the matter?
Garry: We got a report from one of your employees that a refrigerator isn't working. I wanna ask, is it running?
Khador: One moment, please.

The alien walked away from the phone. However, he failed to hear the two laughing.

Seb: HAH! Oh, I've got an idea.

Meanwhile, Khador, upon approaching the fridge, was met with the startling sight of it flashing yellow, and protruding legs, before literally running around, much to his dismay.

Khador: Oh, disaster! Tragedy and Misfortune have struck this sector of Deep Science!

Garry, faintly hearing the reaction of Khador, hangs up, laughing his head off alongside Seb.

Seb: And I thought these guys were smart!
Garry: Apparently not in that world! HoooHAHA!
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In a small apartment, three guys are sitting on the sofa. One of whom is just staring into a mirror.

Matt: Just look at me. That square, chiseled chin, those locks of ginger hair, and all of it coming together thanks to my purple hoodie and green overcoat.

The green-clad Edd turned over to Matt in annoyance.

Edd: Matt, we know what you look like. You don't need to describe yourself like you're only in writing.
Matt: Come on! Can't you-
Tom: Oh, look at that. The phone's ringing.

The hollow-eyed Tom picked up the phone, and started muttering into the receiver, when it actually began ringing.

Matt: Oh, you weren't lying!
Edd: Let's... go with that.

Tom: Who's this?
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Garry: Hey, bud. I dunno if ya know, but... we know you're hoarding the... uhhh...Smirnoff. Hand it over or the cops-
Tom: This is a prank call, isn't it?
Garry: What-
Tom: Goodbye.

Tom hung up.

Edd: Who was it?
Tom: Dunno.

The phone rings again.

Matt: I got it!

Matt picks up.

Matt: Helloooo, you've reached Matt.
Seb: Who?
Matt: Matt. You probably don't have good reception-
Seb: Never heard of you.
Matt: What-?! But- I'm Matt!
Seb: Bud, I've known at least 80 Matts in my life. You're nothing new.

Tom and Edd only watch as Matt is shocked to the point of silence. And the point of tossing the phone aside, and storming away.

Tom: Hey, if you hear me, that was seriously rude! I'm impressed.

Seb hangs up.

Seb: And that's how you do it!
Garry: How did you...?
Seb: I've been putting up with narcissists for years.
Garry: Huh. Neat- Hey wait...
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At a mall, PC and Ruby are browsing the food court, when Ruby's phone rings.

Ruby: Hi?

Ruby is met with an ear-grating yodel, prompting her to hang up, and rub her ear in pain.

Garry: She hung up.
Seb: 3.1 seconds. New record.

Seb dials a number up, and Garry's phone rings.

Garry: You ain't screwing ME over!

Someone picks up on the phone.

Seb: Hey, is this a Mr. Dearest...

Garry's face goes pale when he sees who he declined a call from.

Garry: Shiiiii...