"No Jack—Rose you little shit, look how bloody big that piece of wood is! GEEZ, SELFISH MUCH?"
"Um...Is this a bad time?"
"BATMAN! It's been like what? Three days, I thought you died—WAIT! Sorry, I didn't mean it like....yeah."
"It's okay. Are you crying over the Titanic? You sound like you're choking...or dying in pain."
"Wow, thanks. Y-you now, h-he could've got on t-that damn piece of wood too if she'd just moved her massive ass!"
"Don't cry. It makes Satan cry out in pain. Wow, seriously. You might want to get that checked out."
"Ouch. I'll go cry somewhere else then—WHAT NO!—Don't let go Rose, you little shit...Jack no..."
"Wow...I'll call you when you're not killing some poor animal. Ugh, my ears hurt."
"Why exactly did you call?"
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"BATMAN? Come back...."
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He hung up.
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