voicemail received-
"bub, i feel like shit now. you ignoring me; that's a great way to start the week. so now i'm talking shit about you to peach and plum, so they know all your darkets secrets. like the fact that you're still pretty scared of the dark. and large forests. but they also know that your hair and eyes are like works of art, and i'm starting to hate them. your features, not my cats. my cats are fuçking great. oh, and i guess you finally saw my eyebrow piercing. that's why i didn't want you to come to spinner's. because i got that and wanted it to be a surprise. not that you'd care. i'm gonna hang up now. please talk to me again. i'm sorry."
