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Greg and...Tomorrow was it?(pan)

"This is Greg calling the home office. Over."

"The hell is 'over'?" Peter crinkled his nose while he kicked his feet in the as he laid on his bed.

"It means I'm done speaking. Over."

"Oh," Peter nodded, laying the walkie-talkie down before sweeping it back up. "Over."

"T and I have spotted the boy. Over." Greg said. Peter shoved the spoon of ice cream into his mouth.

"M'kay," he swallowed. "Wait, who's 'T'?"

"Tamara. Over."

"Tomorrow? You'll get him here that early?" Peter continued to eat the pint of ice cream.

"No, Tamara. Over."

"Taco? No, Greg, get the bloody boy not Mexican food," he thought for moment. "Yet if you're getting tacos, I only like lettuce and tomato on mine. Over."

"I'm not getting Mexican food, Pan. Over."

"Well, then get Mexican food, you got me craving tacos now. Over."

Greg sighed, "No, her name is Tamara. Over."

"Whatever. Just tell me when you and Potato chip have my tacos and the boy." Peter said, setting the walkie-talkie down and leaving the room.

"No! Pan! Pan! Pete! Peter! Pan!" Yet Greg yelling was useless.