I'm soooo tired. And I haven't even stayed up that late. -_-

Disclaimer: Don't own Jeb, Max, Canada, Italy, or Dr. M's house.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Jeb – yes, Jeb, who was alone in his apartment – picked up on the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, would you like to buy some Christiani Spaghetti, imported directly from Canada? It's 100% Italian!"

Jeb said, "Thanks, but no," before hanging up.

A few seconds later...

Ringringring.

"Hello?"

"Hi, would you like to buy some Christiani Spaghetti, imported directly from-"

"No."

Click.

A bit less than a minute later...

Riiiiing.

"Hello?"

"Hi, would you like to buy some Christiani-"

Click.

About ten seconds later...

Rrrrring.

"Hello?"

"Hi, would you l-"

CLICK.

A few thousand milliseconds later...

RINGRINGRING.

"STOP FUCKING CALLING ME!"

CLICK.

A few hundred miles away, Max stared at Dr. M's house phone. Oh-kay then... she thought slowly. Jeb's finally gone off the deep end...

Heh.

R&R?