"'sup?"

"Ngah! Why do you take forever to answer your phone?!"

"That was like, three rings."

"Whatever. Your brother just called and said he has a human in his toolshed?"

"Oh. Yeah… no. It's a human-shaped rock."

"A rock."

"…roughly human-shaped. He worked himself to the bone capturing it, though. You should let him in the Royal Guard."

"Are you freaking serious right now?!"

"…yes?"

"…tell him I'll come look at the 'human' after his cooking lesson."

"Great. There will definitely be a roughly human-shaped rock there at that time."

"Yeah, great. Bye." Click.

"You owe me, old lady."