Incoming Call
Coach Grant's Fried Chicken
1 : 27 am
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"I thought you're not going to call."
"Still wide awake waiting for it?"
"Um... h-hello? My name is None Of Your Business and you are?"
"Oh, hi None! My name's Jackass. I think that we've already met before."
"Yes! I remember, through a phone call a few days ago."
"Like this one?"
"Yep, just like this one."
"You do know that changing the subject isn't going to change the fact that you, None Of Your Business, was patiently waiting for me, Jackson Christopher Hamilton, to call. Are the things I'm presuming correct?"
"You nailed it, my wise brethren."
"So, you're actually agreeing that I'm wise?"
"Everybody is, Jackass. There's only a few who try and explore their intellect. That is why most of those who don't even take the chance to try end up being rebels, thinking they're nothing to society so they tend to think they are better."
"You insisted to help me otherwise not lecturing me about life."
"I know that. It's just that I don't want you to end up like them, Jackson."
"How can you care so much?"
"We're friends, right?"
"Well, yes. I don't want that to change."
"Then that's enough proof."
"Nobody told me such kind words. Thank you, Michael or whatever your name is."
"You're welcome and Jackass?"
"Yes?"
"I'm a planet."
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Call Ended
1 : 28 am
"What does a planet have anything to do with you?"
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lmao friendzoning at its finest :"]
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