---Ring…---

Ikuto: Hotline.

Tadase: He-hello?

Ikuto: Wad up?

Tadase: What's up? I'm not sure that I wanna live anymore, That's

what's up.

Ikuto: *screams*… hellooo?

Tadase: I-I need someone to talk to…

Ikuto: Call your mom.

Tadase: My mother died last year…

Ikuto: Serves her right, BITCH!… hahaha, I'm just playin' fuck nuts.

Listen, whenever you're feeling low, just page me and I'll call

you.

Tadase: You will?

Ikuto: Sure… I'LL CALL YOU A NERDY BITCH FOR BOTHERING ME!

Now, Don't blow your fuckin' head off!

Tadase: Why not? Who cares if I do?

Ikuto: The poor guy who's gotta clean that shit up. And if you're gonna

do it, do it outside or something!

Tadase: You think I wont really do it, don't you…

Ikuto: Honestly, I could give a rats ass.

Tadase: You think I won't huh? You think I'm kidding?-

Ikuto: DO IT! Do it fucker! Bring me the gun, I'll fuckin' do it for you!

---Booom…---

Ikuto: Hello? Hello? Are you there?!

Tadase: …Hello?

Ikuto: I knew you wouldn't do it… you scaredy bitch!

---Ring---

Tadase: Hello?

Ikuto: Somebody page me?

Tadase: Uhh…

Ikuto: Who the fuck is this?

Tadase: It-it's me, you said I could page you…

Ikuto: No, No. You misunderstood me. I said FUCK you. Nobody cares

if your dead or alive, so go fuck yourself!

---beeeeeeep--- (dial tone)

Tadase: Okay, Call me later. Bye.