■39 - My Hungover Self Is Wounded■

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Monday ~ 11:05 am

Dumbello is calling...

Dylan:

"Hello, hey, Hope!"

Hope:

"I am surprised you didn't go with your signature "Hopello, somello" or whatever that was."

Dylan:

"I - gosh. I am so sorry. Damn, that was so embarrassing."

Hope:

"I agree."

Dylan:

"..."

Hope:

"And the fact that you remember it all to even feel embarrassed about it. Guess, someone's drinks didn't work that well."

Dylan:

"You sound amused. My hungover self is wounded."

Hope:

"And it should be."

Dylan:

"I... actually remembered after I heard that recording done by stupid Flex. He'd put my phone on speaker and let me keep on going with my nonsense blabber. If not before, then I'm definitely gonna bury him today."

Felix:

"Dylan L-O-V-"

Dylan:

"Shut the hell up, Flex, or else I'll punch your smug face!"

Felix:

"..."

Dylan:

"Stop laughing, you twat!"

Felix:

"Hey, Hope, if you're listening then your Gaston is definitely smitten like a small lil' kitten for you!"

Dylan:

"That's it! You're gonna get it! You're literally asking for it!"

Hope:

"..."

Dylan:

"Hope, I'll call you back in a few."

Hope:

"Um... sure. Okay."

Dylan:

"... yeah. Bye."

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