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Telemarketers

Quatre smiled in anticipation of good tea as the kettle began to whistle. He quickly pulled the kettle off the stove and poured it into his cup. Just as he was putting the kettle away, the phone rang. Quatre sighed and went to answer it.

"Hello." He said into the reciever.
"Sir, we are from the Good Points Ball-Point Pens Inc., and we just have to tell you about our pens. Everyone needs our pens. I-"said the voice on the other end. Quatre cut him off.

"Excuse me, but I think we have enough ball-point pens. Thanks anyways." He hung up the phone and turned back to his tea. Just as he was about the take a drink, the phone rang again. He set the cup down and went to answer it.

"Hello."
"Hello, sir. My name is Jenny, and I'm with the hospital system. I was wondering if you'd like to make a donation for our-"said the voice on the other end. Quatre cut her off.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that. Thanks for calling though." He said politely, and he hung the phone up.
"Geez, two telemarketers in one day." he said, reaching for his teacup. Once again the phone rang. Quatre clenched his fists before going to answer the phone.

"Hello."
"Hello. I'm with Air Conditioners Plus, and I was-"the voice on the other end said.

"Just wondering if I wanted to buy such and so item. No. leave me alone! I'm sick of telemarketers! Good day!" Quatre interrupted. He hung up rather forcefully.

He took a few deep breaths before picking up his now- cold tea. The phone rang. Quatre turned aroung sowly, a maniac glint in his eyes.

Trowa's plane had just come in. he needed a ride back to the safe house, and he only knew where Quatre was. He spotted a pay-phone and called Quatre. The phone rang once before it was picked up.

"STOP CALLING ME! I'LL KILL YOU! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT'S PEOPLE LIKE YOU WHO MADE MY TEA GO COLD! OMAE O KOROOOOOOOOSU!!!!" Quatre yelled from the house.

Trowa had to hold the phone away from his ear. There was a click as Quatre slammed the phone down. Trowa hung up and shook his head.
"Telemarketers must've gotten to him." He picked up his duffel bag and went out to hail a cab.

-- Owari