Karson Valenti's Voice Mail

[enrages]

"NO, WAL-MART, I'M NOT GOING TO RETURN YOUR FUCKING CALLS. I APPLIED TO YOUR SHITTYASS STORE, LIKE, A GODDAMN YEAR AGO. I DON'T. WANT. THE. JOB. STOP CALLING.

If you're not Wal-Mart or a telemarketer, just leave a message, and I'll probably get back to you eventually. Seriously, though, this is 2012. Why the hell aren't you using something that's suitably futuristic and technologically advanced, like text messages or email? Who the fuck calls people anymore, I me---"

*beeeep*

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[counterclock]

[Oookay that's enough. Avery gently wrestles the pipe away from his grasp, snickering a little.] Dude, you should not be taking this much on the first time. You're gonna get wrecked.

Shit I think you've had more than I have. [Lazily, she draws another puff, trying to remedy this.