This Barry. If you're calling about that mess of a portal at the end of the hallway that looks like a glowing woman's you-know-what, I'm fucking working on it, okay? Seriously, fuck off. Otherwise leave a message.
Well if you want me to fix your phone how can I do it without looking at
it? I don't give a shit about your tik-tok profile but I can at least try
and keep it from getting all static on you.
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Through nefarious means anyway.
But then you'd have my info and I'd like to keep that private, Nina observed. That's really clever!!!!!!!!!!!!
What?
That's what Nina would do.
My phone doesn't even have a battery these days, though, so I don't think the generator would work........
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"Fucking magic bullshit." Barry groaned.
But he texted back this:
Well if you want me to fix your phone how can I do it without looking at it? I don't give a shit about your tik-tok profile but I can at least try and keep it from getting all static on you.