Disclaimer: this story is made to be innocent please don't take anything out of context.
I wake up to my phone blasting Golden Days by P!ATD. I reach over to my bedstand and pull it to my ear after sliding the call button.
"Hello?" I ask groggily.
"Hey do you happen to have any chloroform?" A voice asks.
"Jason? It's 2AM. Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?" I ask suddenly concerned for the well being of the person next door who several times a day let's their dog poop on his lawn.
"It may or not have to do with the singing sensation, and former morman I have in my basement."
"Why the heck is Brendon Urie in your basement?" I ask both appalled and excited.
"He insulted my tie." He pouts.
"YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE TIES!" I yell.
The line goes silent for a few seconds.
"Your point is?" He asks.
I sigh, "I will be there in 10 minutes but there will be no chloroform and no murder. Got it?"
"Roger captain." He says and he hangs up.
I sigh again, I really have no idea why I'm still friends with that lunatic. I pull my self out of bed.
"Well I guess I'm off to save Brendon Urie. Man is he going to have a weird story to tell." I say to my empty room.
I pull on some shoes and grab my keys and I'm off.
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