"Hello MG."
"Ruuunerrrrrr"
"Are you drunk?"
"Righty-o *hiccup*."
"Call me tomorrow then."
"No no no! SHIT! Ow!"
"MG! MG are you okay?! What's going on?"
"Ow ow ow ow ow."
"MG?"
"I'm fine. I just knocked over Jack and then he fell into everyone else."
"Who is Jack and where the hell are you?"
"At another stupid party that my manager made me come to and Jack *hiccup* is my friend. Jake, Jim, Russell, Dewar -"
"Are you naming whiskies?"
"Mmmmaaaybe."
"Just go home. Your manager can't make you stay."
"I'm under con- *hiccup* contract. I have to smile and look pretty to a bunch of pricks so I can get more *hiccup* jobs."
"Why don't you get your lawyers involved and get out of it?"
"Because I have *hiccup* people counting on me. I can't let them down."
"I don't know what you want me to say, MG. You keep shooting down all of my suggestions."
"I just want you to talk to me. I just need to hear your voice before I blackout."
"What do you want me to talk about at two o'clock in the morning?"
"I don't care. Just don't hang up."
"You should probably drink some water. Is there any near you?"
"I don't know. The room is dark and everything is spinning."
"Turn the light on so you can see."
"It's too far away and the couch is so soft."
"MG -"
"GO AWAY I'M SLEEPING!"
"You called me!"
"I wasn't - I'm not talking to you, Runner. Shiiiiit that light is bright. I have go.
"O-okay. Night."
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It's The Right Thing
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