"Sorry, Jason...please don't hate me for this..."
"You have reached Jordan Bob Deanis's personal office. How may I help you."
"Yeah...can I speak to him, please?"
"Jordan Bob is not taking fan calls at this time-"
"He'll want to hear this."
"I'm sure he will. I can give you this fan-mail address, if you want."
"No, he needs to hear this!"
"Yes sir, I'm sure-"
"JUST GIVE HIM THE FREAKING PHONE!!"
"I'm sorry, sir. I-"
"Listen, his son ran away and he's in danger I think-"
"Jason?"
"Yeah - wait - how do you know Jason?"
"I worked for Jordan Bob's personal office for years now. You think Jason wouldn't it countless times? He called once and said he's in the hospital dying from a car crash and I should give Jordan a message-"
"He was never dying of a car crash! The only crash he ever got into was that time-"
"Yeah, I know."
"So...does that mean you'll give Mr. D the phone?"
"No can do, sir. I was serious when I said he can't take call now. Well, ever really, but now sounds nicer."
"But Jason-"
"-Will first of all, be fine. And second, I'll pass on the message to Jordan Bob later on today. Good enough for you?"
"I...guess..."
"Good. Stay out of the hospital, kid."
"Thanks..."
"And don't worry too much about Jason. He's a self-sufficient boy."
"Okay..."
"..."
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RandomCOMPLETED~~~"And that, Katie, is why we can never be true friends. Because one day, I'm going to go out of style and that will be the day I become just another discarded fashion. No, that sounded stupid. Wait." "Yeah, it did. Floral underwear?" "...
