"911 what's your emergency?"
"There's a woman trying to get in."
"Are you alone?"
"Yeah. my parents are in Las Vegas."
"Can I have your name and address?"
"George Flintmen. 7890 Clet St. Galaxin."
"Ok. Are your parents Caucasian? Name... Steven and Heather Flitmen?"
"Yes."
"Cops are on their way, honey. Ok? Stay away from a door, close to a window."
"Ok. I'm going."
"Now I will pass you to another operator."
"Hello. My name is-"
"She's inside!"
"Ok. Go hide in the bathtub."
"Okay."
"Try not to take big breathes. Now leave the door closed, and the window too."
"Alright."
"Now. Listen carefully... Don't sneeze."
"If you say that you will make me- ACHOO!!!"
"I found you."
The curtain fell on me, and tangled me. I felt a stab in my eye.
"Ahhhhh!"
"Didn't I tell you not to sneeze George?"
"Hello Timothy. Great job directing... Timothy."
"Thank you my dear."
Now what was what I wanted from him? Umm... Oh yeah. His left arm.
Soo... us women do a mighty good job if I can say so myself. Who the fuck am I talking to?! Now I just need some hair. some jet black hair.
