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?
