A/N Short chapter of short randomness that really doesn't help with the cliffhanger (?) I presented you with next chapter. La-tee-da-tee-da. Reviiiiiiiiiiiiiiew?
Thanks to PunjabiKangaroo and Tayviee (not gonna answer your question...)
Disclaimer I don't own South Park or any associated characters, events, etc.
Stage 13. ([[{g.r.u.d.g.i.n.g—r.e.t.u.r.n}]])
11:16 pm
July 30th, 2011
South Park, Colorado
Bebe: ...you aren't still there?
no, of course not
Officer Marcus, plodding up from the blonde's kitchen with a doughnut in hand, was rather pleased by the flash of orange on the cracked computer screen. He'd been hoping that the little bitch would come back, so that he could get in a yell or two before making it all official. He couldn't help but feel that there was a sort of personal conflict between the two of them now.
Me: Oh, you decided to come back
Bebe: ah, hello
Me: Told you I wouldn't let you get away
Bebe: I need you to GET OVER TO THE HOUSE FIVE DOORS DOWN
Another prank. He rolled his eyes in disgust. These kids lately were truly unbearable.
Me: Why?
Bebe: and figure out what the hell's going on there.
Because I'm begging you to.
I have money…
He took a large bite of the doughnut, glaring at the screen. Money, hm? Did she think that money interested him? His fingers hovered over the keyboard, over an inquiry of how much?, but not before she got another line out.
but this is your DUTY, now, isn't it?
Me: But why should I?
Bebe: go on.
Me: For all i know you could have rigged the house
A very distinct possibility, and Marcus couldn't help but feel rather pleased with himself for the thought. She indeed could have. A perfect excuse to stay here in this rather coffee-filled house for another hour or so before heading back home.
Bebe: Because otherwise I'll report you as inadequate...
call for reinforcement, then!
Me: I would like to know what is going on
Bebe: Call for fucking Sherlock Holmes, for all I care, if you need someone to sniff things out for you!
okay? you better be heading over there now
Me: Why?
Tell me
Bebe: oh, for the sake of-
Me: I have rights to not go if the message is from someone who threatened me & told me that I can't catch them.
The rights, and the preference—which ought to count for something in this messed-up country, he thought sourly.
Bebe: I'm calling the station again, and then someone else will go get the job and the money.
Me: the power is down...their lines are down
they are working on a backup generator.
Bebe: pathetic...
okay, listen.
If you don't get over there right now...
then...
I am going to pursue YOU legally.
we'll see what comes of that.
okay?
His stomach turned at that. Surely what he'd said was accurate? He had the right to… not something to be risked. It was with no small amount of irritation that the next word was keyed in.
Me: Fine.
Bebe: a man of the law, not even attending to his duty...such shame
thank YOU
good fucking god