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Whitey Action's laughter could be heard down the hall and around the corner from her room in the thirty story apartment she called home. Her apartment was decorated in dark red and purple. Whitey and Terry Phoo were sitting on her round purple bed, talking loudly, Whitey howling with laughter. Whitey watched as Terry tried to slip on one of her socks.
"Dude, I really don't think it will fit over your leg."
"I can do anything Whitey. Anything."
She laughed, ripping the sock out of his hands. "You sure are gay, you know that?"
"Can't deny it can I?"
Whitey laughed and pushed Terry's head, sending him to the bed.
He quickly jumped up as his cell phone rang, sending a vibration up his leg and through the bed. Whitey jumped up onto her feet, staring at him from under the fringe of her red bangs. She quickly put on her shoes as Terry nodded slowly, not speaking a word as he listening to the other voice on the cell phone.
Terry flipped his cell phone shut, and turned to Whitey, who was staring at him and crossing her arms. "So?"
"The Freebies." He rolled over in a backwards roll onto the floor. "We gotta go. Apparently, they are torturing the pope." He went to the door and left quickly.
"Hey! Wait for me!"