>>5424058Thoroughly thwarted in your search, you’re just about to raid the pantry for some… you dunno, soup or <span class="mu-i">crackers</span> or something when an idea comes to mind! Wait a sec, you announce with eyes gleaming bright, you’ll just <span class="mu-b">ORDER SHIT!</span>
“<span class="mu-r">OoOH, good idea!</span>” Exclaims Nats as you whip out your <span class="mu-g">CELLPHONE!</span> “<span class="mu-r">There’s gotta be a place with some good food…</span>”
Damn right there is, you smile as you instinctively click through your contacts list to one of the few numbers you use on a near-daily basis! Clicking the call button, your phone rings once, as per usual, before promptly being picked up with a ruckus in the background!
“Hey, uh…” Grunts a familiar voice, “You uh… you want a pizza?”
<span class="mu-g">GUS,</span> you reply in a bubbly voice, it’s me!
“Oh. Hey Stan.”
Never change, dude. Never change. So, you add, how’s, uh… how’s things?
“... pretty cool I guess.” Answers the delivery man with a shrug in his droning voice. “Been busy with stuff. Good to hear from you, though.”
Yea, you laugh, thanks for the food last night, by the way!
“Been a while since our last game sesh, so… least I could do.”
Speaking of, you segue as you lean against a cupboard and nearly knock the front off, he uh… he wouldn’t mind doing a little <span class="mu-g">DELUXE DELIVERY</span>, would he?
“That’ll be extra.” He grunts, soundly taking you off-guard! Errr, you stammer, I mean-
“Joking.” He drones. “What’s, uh… your poison?”
WeEeEellllLL…
>CONTD. 