❝Hello, this is Blue Skies—❞
❝Mary! So, I was thinking. . .and have concluded— that you're a robot!❞
❝. . .Excuse me?❞
❝Yeah. If you weren't one, you would've screamed at my random statement, cuz' that's what unrobotic girls do best. They scream.❞
❝. . .❞
❝. . .❞
❝Is this the guy from before?❞
❝No. . .it's the girl from before. AHHHHHHHH!❞
❝Why are you screaming sir? Are you alright?❞
❝Again with the sirs. Ugh. Just run me over with a knife. And you really don't have a sense of humour, do you?❞
❝I'm not sure if that's an actual phrase.❞
❝I'm a creator.❞
❝. . .❞
❝Oh my jolly, why are you laughing?❞
❝. . .❞
❝Please stop.❞
❝. . .❞
❝Desperate times call for desperate measures, I can only hope that you're a feminist. . . AHHHHHHHH OMAGASH NOOOOOOO!. . . I was being a girl if you didn't already guess.❞
❝Ugh stop, just stop. Girls do not scream like that.❞
❝How about this? AHAHYWGHAHHAHAHAAHHHHHHHH!❞
❝My ears are exploding. You literally sound like a whale much less a girl. Besides, I don't think you're getting my point.❞
❝Whale then, point me towards the right direction. Both puns intended.❞
❝Those were lame puns, even if I do say so myself.❞
❝Not lamer than you, ya filthy animal!❞
»Call Ends«
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Childish
Short Story❝Hi, I finished my free trial of adulthood and am no longer interested. Therefore, I wanna cancel my subscription. Is there a manager I can speak to?❞ in which a messed up, drunken boy calls the local helpline, asking for his childhood back.
