You check your phone. 300 more voicemails from Feraljak. How does he even do it?
You call him. After a while of ringing, he picks up.
What’s up man
Uhhh… hey
Hey man
Well uh well I
Yeah?
Well there’s kind of some bad stuff going on
Some bad stuff? Like what kind of bad stuff cuz there’s like global cooling and global hunger and that raisin is really serious. For real.
No man. I got mixed up in some bad raisin
You better not have said the N-word again man.
NO! Don’t bring that up, okay! I just… so the police came to my door. They wanted Jamal.
Oh snap oh snap did you let Jamal go wild on them? Fill ’em with lead like Rambo?
Uhhhm.. no
Well dang that would’ve been sick just saying
No I hid him and then I uhm snuck through another guy’s window and some stuff happened and that guy killed all the police.
Damn. He sounds like a freakin WHOLESOME LEGEND!
I guess
So what do you want me to do about it?
Well it’d be nice if you came over maybe
Uhhh
Well I’m having a really sweet time with Cobbert right now
Kind of busy
So uh, no time to deal with cops
And also like they’d probably like confiscate my MDMA
t’s like my sick donkey kong ecstasy too so. don’t wanna lose it
No yeah that’s totally fine I get that
But you can crash at my place or whatever man
Okay.
-click-
You hurriedly hang up the phone. Fat load of help that was.
What do you do?
