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Penny: Call home. Oh, and give me a range for a targeting solution. One ping only.
“Hello?”
Hi, hon, it’s me.
“Hi! How’s the little driver’s test coming?”
Well, I’ve run into a little snag. I think I may be home late for dinner.
“How late?”
About 12 to 20 with good behavior.
“Steve! What’s going on?”
Well, apparently there was some little, niggling, I dunno… problem with the contract, and—
“I knew it! Didn’t I tell you that aussie was fakey?”
Yes, you did, hon…
“Didn’t I tell you any contract written on magician’s flash paper was probably worthless?”
Yeah, you did, hon…
“Didn’t I tell you to eat before you went out?”
Yeah, you did, hon. Um, hold on. Penny: Deploy countermeasures, those heat-seeking missiles are getting too close for comfort.
“So. How does it drive?”
Oh, it’s great!
“Will it still feel great after 12 to 20 with good behavior?”
Man, I sure hope so. Penny, rotate shield frequencies and execute maneuver Picard-seven-nine. Thank you.
“Well, do me a favor.”
Anything, hon.
“Stay un-arrested long enough for me to get to the bank and withdraw our money from the joint accounts.”
Doing my best…
“And call me when you’re on your way home for dinner. Love ya.”
Luv ya back. ‘Bye.
“She seems nice.”
She is nice, Penny.
“Will she still let you into the house after this?”
She’d better, all my comics are there.
“Think she’ll ever have sex with you again?”
Hope springs eternal…
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