Julie knew she didn't have the money to leisurely spend on feeding the "bugs" as she liked to call them, so she decided to call her friend Amanda. She expertly dialed the number within five seconds. Amanda picked up on the fourth ring. "Hey-hey!" the voice on the line exclaimed. She must be drunk, Julie thought. "Listen, Manda, are you like, sober?" Julie absent mindledly toppled a building while talking on her cell. Over a hundred of the people inside the miniature skyscraper fell to their miniscule deaths, without Julie even consciously noticing.
"Yesss... well, I mighta had one tooo many dri -- drinks."
"Whatever. Listen, you got any cash? I need to feed some, uh, pets and I don't have the dough."
There was pause on the line, then Amanda spoke up. "Oh sure! I'm a little blown out of money from last night but I'll hook ya up. You will reimberse me, correct?" Amanda always used business terms when she was wasted.
"No problem, girl. So can you bring that over, like, soon?" Julie said hopefully.
"Tell ya what, I'll, um... I'll be there within an hour. Ta-ta!" Amanda hung up before Julie could thank her.
She chuckled to herself, then noticed she'd just kncked over a building without even knowing. She heard myriad screams of victims and loved ones as the rubble.
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