"Wow, who knew Thanksgiving break could be so boring?" Chad said.
"Who knew that we celebrated Thanksgiving in Japan?" Uryuu said.
"Well, it's Labor thanksgiving…"
"That's not the point."
"It's not?"
"It's not."
A short moment of silence went by.
"Hey, Chad?"
"Yes?"
"Do you feel like you've been useless lately?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I don't know…"
Another short moment of silence went by.
"Uryuu…"
"Hmm?"
"What does this have to do with the fanfic?"
"Fanfic? What fanfic?"
"We're in a fanfic right now."
"Well, that explains the rotten felling in my gut."
"It can't be that bad…"
"Chad…"
"Yeah?"
"I have this ridiculous urge to call someone…"
"Really?"
"Yeah…"
"I guess you should call someone, then…"
"Ok. I guess I'll call… Urahara?"
"How do you have his phone number?"
"I don't know. It conveniently appeared in my phone book."
"Huh…"
Uryuu's phone rang for a few seconds.
"I don't think he'll answer it." Chad said.
"That's stupid. What kind of fanfic involves a character calling another character and then getting a voicemail?"
"I don't know. This one, I suppose…"
"I bet it doesn't have a lot of reviews…"
"Quiet. His voice mail's starting.
"Hello! This is Kisuke Urahara speaking…! How in the world did you get my private number? Only Yoruichi is supposed to have it…"
A little beep came after the message.
"I'm sorry, Urahara. Apparently, this is part of the fanfic."
"Don't say that. He'll think your nuts."
"This entire fanfic is nuts."
"True that."