"Hmm!... Liz's sitter shouldn't be too far away from here... I'm offered ยฝ a mil for this gig, but she turned it down..." You said, looking at your smart watch.
โ๐ฒ
"Huh?... That must be her. ๐Hello?" You answer.
"๐Deacon! Thank God you picked up! Listen man, I screwed up, and now I'm-" The familiar voice said.
"๐An idiot Isaac. An absolute idiot that nearly doomed the town. If it weren't for me correcting your bullshit, we'd all be in deep shit!" You berate the man.
"๐W-What are talking about? All I did was... Look, I don't know what you think I was gonna do, but that wasn't my fault!" Berthold defends himself.
"๐Your login begs to differ. As a matter of fact, you shrunk me you prick! When I get back to normal, I'm gonna-" You were livid.
"๐Wait! You're shrunken too! Fuck!...
Listen, if we work together, we can both get back to normal.
My laptop & I are in Val La Fleur. Ms. Brads-" You interrupt him.
"๐Oh, I think I know what happened...
You shrank your ass down to perv on Valerie, somehow screwed shit up, nearly dragged the entire town in on your abuse of government property, and now you want ME to help save your ass...
Am I getting that right?" You ask.
"๐Yes! I mean, No!...Uh... I don't know, please just help me!" Isaac begs.
"๐Eat a dick Berthold! I'll send your GPS to Gwen Darren[Federal Agent Contact]. If you're lucky, she'll save your ass & throw you in a Black Site." You hung up.
...
๐ช๐[Someone rang your doorbell]
"Good... That must be her." You said, glad to have another person to help you out... Possibly...
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