Link looked a little bit puzzled. "But you just hung up on him," he protested.
Suddenly the boy's eyes widened as Ghirahim approached him and cornered him, instantly becoming inches away from his face. "He," Ghirahim snarled faintly, "went a bit too far." With that, the demon whirled around, leaving Link clutching the wall with a shocked look on his face, which clearly read 'help me.' The boy straightened up shakily and walked over to his panel of buttons and switches. With Ghirahim's approval, he took the next caller in line off hold.
A few moments went by. Then a voice came through. "Ghirahim," a somewhat feminine voice snarled. "It's Impa."
Oh crap, Ghirahim thought. "What could you possibly want?" he snapped. Why was this old hag calling him?
"How dare you call me a dog?!"
Oh no. It wasn't old Impa. Ghirahim chuckled. "Uh, well, madame, maybe it's time you took a look in the mirror."
"Oh really? And what in the name of Hylia is that supposed to mean?"
"Do I need to spell it out for you?"
Impa growled.
"Oh, right, you're one of the slower ones." The demon was ignoring Link, who was clenching and unclenching his fists behind him. "Well," he continued, "Quite frankly, I think I called you a dog because you are one."
"That's enough!" Impa shrieked.
"Hey, I'm not the one who called," Ghirahim stated.
"Good point.." Impa sighed with defeat.
"Hey, don't go home and sulk." Ghirahim's voice was filled with sarcasm.
"Well..." Impa thought for a few moments. "While I'm here, I suppose I do have one question. Do you like cheeseburgers?"
Is she... Insane? Ghirahim was now seriously considering this to be a possibility. But he answered the same as he would anyone else. "Puh-leeze," he replied dramatically, "That food is for people of your... State. Hey, this don't just happen!" The demon once again flexed his muscles, forgetting no one could see him. Except for Link. Poor Link. Poor, poor Link. Before Impa could reply, Ghirahim exclaimed, "My my, we are out of time. Thanks for calling.. I guess," he said with a shrug, motioning to Link. The boy cut the caller off.
