Chaos and no dj ch4

-Let me redirect your call to my buddy Morty, he's always...
-Screw your pal Morty, but you tell this to all your people, specially Morty, this is a message from someone you will never meet: Don't mess with us.
-Are you like a gang or some hardcore rappers?
-What did I just told you? Is this the retard department? I remember calling the Police department, by the way, fuck da police! I would say fuck you but you are not a member of the force, you are the frontman of the retard squad of third district.
-... wow, what happenned? What was that? Aah... I mean, you don't have to be that rude man.
-Bussiness are not kind, retard.
-What if I'm mentally challenged? How would you feel if you know that after you called me "retard"?
-I would say it again, louder and angrier, retard.
-You are now on the naughty list.
-Noooo please!, cross it off, I didn't mean to.
-Na ah, it's written with ink.
-You're stupid, I didn't even told you my name.
-Allright, I'm writting down your message. "Don't mess with us x o x o", who's callin'?
-Your mother.
-Hey, hey, hey, that's unnecesary bulling.
-Are you kidding me? I'm treathening you by phone, the whole police department is gonna ask you about this phone call...

-Son, who are you messing with on the phone? - It's Newman, I didn't even heard him getting out his office.

-I told you, even that guy is mad because you're messing with us.

Now, for this scene I need to explain it to you as a member of the drama club. First there's me on the phone with Mistah Thug, I don't really know how he looks like since, well, he's on the phone, and this is not the future with nice video calls; and then there's Newman just standing next to me and behind my desk with more papers on his hands, spooky.

It's a sunny day and I just wanna get off this phone call without alarming anyone, maybe just Morty.

Me: It's no one important, a nobody, a no chance.

Newman: Well, then quit playing and check this, I got more info for you.

Mista Thug: Hey, are you listening? Who's that?

Me: Shhh! More Info?

Newman: Yes, it looks like some small gangs are trying to claim responsability to get more fame.

Me (smiling) : Weeeell, weeeell, you heard that?

Newman: Mmh yes, I heard, myself. Are you still on the phone?

Mista Thug: What? What's going on?

Me: I'm on the case, if that's what you mean.

Newman and Mistah Thug (same time): Really?

Me: Yes, like a dog over... ehm...

Mista Thug: a cat?

Me: No.

Newman: A trail? For that you would have to be more of a hound to sound more convincing.

Mista Thug: He's right, a dog could be a Shih tzu, that dog is not inspiring at all.

Me: I know. Well, let's use your picture of the hound.

Newman: Have you found something?

Me: Almost, I just need a name to start.

Mistah Thug: You found nothing.

Me: I've found you.

Newman: What?

Mista Thug: No, I found you, you have nothing on me, I'm pretty sure you can't even backtrack my call.

I just cover the phone with my hand to whisper to Newman.

Me (whispering): Can we track a phone call from here?

Newman: Hand me the paperwork, I'll sign it and you will get the equipment and the people from 3 to 5 days, it'd a whole operation, son.

Mistah Thug: Hello? Hello? Are you still there?

Me (still whispering): Damn it Newman, life is happening now.

Back to the phone.

Me: Ehm, yes! I'm still here, and I'm sorry sir, I'm happy with my current phone service, but if you have a better offer just call me, we can discuss it in non labour hours more calmly.

Mista Thug: What do you mean non labour hours? This is your job! I'm treathening the whole department and you hide me? Do you want us to get there and show you who we are?

Newman: Do you want to backtrack a poor soul at a call center? Get back to the file, the thing is big.

Mistah Thug: Wait, what?! You have a file?

Newman: Said good-bye to your little friend and get in my office, I need you to take note on something.

Me: That was a good one, I wasn't expecting a classic reference from you.

Mista Thug: Come on, it wasn't that impressive.

Newman: Well, I might be old, but I'm a police officer and I like movies.

Me: Nice, alright, I'm coming with you.

Mista Thug: Don't you dare hanging up...

*Click.

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