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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"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.