Telephone
'Hi, this is Les, your brother, you know.'
'Wow, Les, that's a surprise.'
'Yeah, well, I don't hand out surprises like Halloween candy. This is going to stay pretty unique, because frankly, I still hate your guts.'
'You are just jealous, brotherly rivalry, ah, such an interesting plot concept that I -'
'Could you shut up for once?! This is exactly why I hate you. You always reduce me to a character and fake artiste too! You're the reason I'm in jail and have delusions in the first place. Also, we can't talk long since I only have five minutes to phone here.'
'What can I do for you?'
'I want to talk about stuff, our characters, maybe meet up.'
'Seems like fun but you can't leave jail.'
'Uhm, actually it turns out that I can.'
'What?!'
'At least, my crime wasn't that horrible, I mean, assaulting your editor with a stapler is only a few months, I have extra months now, but that's because I escaped. I'll be free in about two. Anyway, I have visiting hours and then we can sit here in the hallway and discuss stuff. I want to arrange one. Fast.' Les squeezed the phone. 'We need to find a way to resolve this stuff between our characters. I don't want mine to end up dead now that they're finally getting the hang of living. And seriously, my characters are downplayed in our big collaboration at the moment.'
'Oh yeah, Flabber informed me, you lost the sword and coins, right?'
'I want us to start drawing and plotting. We need to finish this once and for all.'
'I'll meet you at jail then.'
'At four'ish, please. Make it fast because tonight Vilor is going to make a move on the borgs. Oh, don't tell them I just said that. Or wait. Maybe you should. Vilor insinuated that you should know.'
The guard forced the phone out of Les' hand. 'I didn't say goodbye yet!'
'See if I care,' the guard spat. Les pulled his hair in reply. At the other end of the line Art dialed Flabber. The Beetleborgs needed to be informed.