#52

[tank_rockarms]

((Max decided that he would be noble and let other people get the antidote and he would die doing the things he loved.))

[PRIVATE LEVEL 0]
THINGS I HAVE TO DO:

CALL MOM - DID IT, WORST HOUR OF MY LIFE
BENCH PRESS 1,500 POUNDS - I NEED SOMEBODY TO SPOT ME FOR THIS, SOMEBODY BEEFY
PUNCH HAWKE
BLOW SOMETHING UP - I NEED SOMETHING TO BLOW UP (I HAVE A TANK)
HAVE SEX
[END PRIVATE LEVEL 0]

1. I NEED SOMEBODY TO SPOT ME - KNUCKLES, WERESONIC, GANONDORF???

2. IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING YOU NEED BLOWN UP TELL ME, I WILL DO IT.

3. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. I NEED A GIRL TO HAVE SEX WITH. DOES ANYBODY WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME? GIRLS, NOT GUYS.

Comments

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Okay, if you can get 'em real quick that's okay.

Are you busy or somethin'? It sounds like you're at someplace loud.

[raced_god]

Okay. Hang on a second.

[There is the sound of Falcon perhaps getting up and trying to go somewhere else while that very inquisitive voice continues inquiring.]

No, not...terribly busy. Let me just look through some numbers...

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Okay, thanks.

...

So who is that in the background? She sounds bossy.

[raced_god]

Oh uh.

That is...that would be my mother.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Oh hell, I'm askin' you for prostitutes' phone numbers while your mom's in the room?

Shit. Damn.

Uh. Please tell her hello for me.

[raced_god]

Yes. But that's okay, because this is apparently an emergency.

[Falcon's voice becomes a little muffled because he is turning away from the phone.]

Max says hello.

[And he's back!]

Do you have something to write with?

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Uhhhhhhhhh...

::THE HOTEL NOTEPAD AND PEN ARE ON A DESK, IT IS A MIRACLE::

Yes. Yes I do.

[raced_god]

[And so, Falcon dictates several numbers belonging to reputable women of ill-repute.]

Anything else I can do for you?

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

No, that's all.

::there is an awkward pause::

Thank you. It was an honor to serve with you, sir.