A/N: Double chapter time! ^o^ Seriously, there are so many telemarketer stories on MLIA I could probably start another mini-series.
Disclaimer: Ah, me no owney MLIA or Vocaloid!
Miki was looking for something to eat in the kitchen when the phone suddenly rang. "Eh? Who's that?" she asked nobody in particular, walking over to the phone. The caller ID displayed an unfamiliar number. "Huh, must be a telemarketer…"
"Hello?" she answered it anyways.
"Hello, this is Brad from 'Help-4-U' life insurance calling about our–"
"You're too late," Miki interrupted. "I'm already dead."
"Oh, I'm very sorry." Click.
Miki blinked in surprise, then placed the phone back on the charger. That was easy.
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Len glanced at the caller ID on the ringing phone. "I think it's another telemarketer…" he announced. "Hey, Neru, you wanna take this one?"
The blonde girl immediately flipped her cell phone closed and walked over to the phone. "There's something I've wanted to try," she said, a smile forming on her mouth.
She picked up the phone and assumed a high-pitched, nasal Asian accent. "Hello? Who dis?"
"Hello, miss, can I talk to your parents?" the telemarketer asked.
"Ohhh," Neru replied, still in the accent. "No, you lookig for white family tied up in basement. Don't call cops now bai-bai!" She hung up the phone and smiled in satisfaction. When she noticed Len staring at her, she said, "What? It's not racist, we're Asian anyways…"
At that point, Len cracked up and started laughing his head off.
A/N: I apologize for the brief racism. For the record, I love Asians.
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