A/N: BTW...the telephone has been invented.
Deidara sighed. Due to his living in a secret hideout, he had missed every single issue of his favorite art magazine, eloquently named ART.
So one day, he picked up the phone, and called the ART headquarters. Generic muzak played as he was put on hold. Exactly two hours later, a sales representative picked up the phone.
"Hello, this is ART, where art...meets reality." the sales rep said, in a very bored manner. "What can I do for you today, valued customer?"
"Yes! un. Finally!" Deidara gasped. "I'd like to cancel my subscription, un, please."
The sales rep typed something on his keyboard. "Very well sir, but first I'd like to know what is wrong with your current subscription. We here at ART strive for more satisfied customers every day. If you have a problem with your subscription, please let me know." he said in a monotone.
Deidara smiled. Maybe the world still had a heart. "You see, un, I'm currently affiliated with an evil- er, I mean, TOTALLY HARMLESS, un, organization, and, un, that particular organization is located in a secret place, that nobody is supposed to know about." Deidara explained. "So I've been missing, un, a lot of issues."
You could almost hear the sales rep roll his eyes. "I'll let my manager know. I hope I have satisfied your every need, valued customer. The last step to canceling your subscription is to tell me your exact location. I can't cancel the subscription unless I know exactly where you live."
Deidara blew up the telephone.