Disclaimer: Boris Yeltsin wraps up this drama with his third course, and, I don't know about you, but when I think of wraps and a third course, I think of Owen feeding his face, and when I think about face, I have to face the fact that I don't own Phil of the Future, and that, dear readers, gives me a stomach ache every time.
Author's Note: There's a new version of Chapter 13, Lloyd Apologizes. Check it out.
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Phil-istine. Owen. Man, you and Keels are perfect for each other; what are ya, blind? I mean, she's tall and pretty and smells like a field of lavender, but she keeps talking about you. Everything is "Phil is such good listener," and "Phil always so polite," and "Owen, Phil never lets food fall from his mouth when he's chewing." I hardly ever do. It's like you're there on the date with the two of us all night. No, it's worse than that -- it's like being on a date with my mom. Dude. I wanna get you two guys together again, so how about you drop hints to Keely that I like Via. I think I've been too subtle. Hey, we could even double date again, I guess -- just no more pictures by your dad -- that creeped me out a little bit. Anyway, call me.
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