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[The sound of a payphone getting lifted off the reciever, and then a dialtone, and dialing]

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit-

Hello? Joe? Why the hell am I even-

[The phone slams down into the reciever]

Fuck, it would fucking figure that the only fucking payphone I find isn't fucking working. Fuck. After that crap, fuckfuckfuckfuck this is fucked.

[There's the sound of a hand smacking something. And then there's a pause, and a breath]

Okay, this isn't total shit, I mean-

[There's a pause, and the sound of cloth against the microphone of a Network Device]

Holy shit.

Is this shit getting recorded? What the hell happened to rights to privacy? Hey, are you listening on the other end? You know what listening to people talking over a payphone makes you, asshole? A pervert. What the fuck is wrong with you?

This is the fucking decline of Western Civilization right here.

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Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?

Where are you?

[Maybe Pink hears the snort Freddy makes.]

Not there yet.

[He might just be going there to meet Pink...after conferring with White.]

I need a fucking coffee.

No, you don't.

Don't give me that shit. I need a fucking cigarette, too.

Yeah. I got those.

At least you've got something.

Also what's up with all the prepubescent snots in this place?

You know that World Wide Web? It's real big here. Kids got a monopoly on the thing.

Fuck. I fucking hate kids.

Just stay cool for now.

[That's a rich comment coming from Orange.]

Yeah, yeah, I'm not about to go all Blonde on anyone.

[A change of clothes and a pep talk in the mirror later has Freddy coming around the corner. Yes the point is to see Pink before Pink sees him cause that guy's a fucking professional. He's smart, he knew they had a rat and he was there when Joe accused him. Freddy's gotta make this good, make Orange convincing.]

[He's pacing nearby a phone booth. He's already stashed the diamonds somewhere he can find them again, along with slipping a few of them in the lining of his coat. Pink spots him after a minute]

You're seriously not dying.

Nope. [He's armed but Pink's given him no reason to take aim.]

You look like shit. How long's it been?

[He assumes that Orange is armed, and looks at his watch]

Half an hour. I managed to stash the diamonds before the cops saw me but then I ended up here.

Got a cigarette?

[Freddy's looking at him, really looking at him, thinking. Then he obliges the smoke, giving Pink the cancer stick and even a light. He'll have one too, thanks. God he needed a nicotine fix.]

Look I know it sounds like some kind of trip but we're not in LA anymore, I mean we're not even on the same fuckin' planet.

Okay.

So say I believe you.

How the fuck do we get back to our planet? One of the brats said there was no way out.

[Another snort for a morbid sense of humor.] We don't. You know why I ain't dyin'? Cause I've been here for three fuckin' months.

[There's a point of his cigarette to the ground to indicate 'here'.]

[He takes a deeeeeeep drag of his cigarette and stares]

What?

[He just nods and waits for it to sink in.]

[Quiet]

[And then]

I saw you a half hour ago.

I know, I know you did. The last time I saw you... [You were running out you fucking creep.]

Look it's November now and it ain't 92, you're gonna just have to take my word on that or make an ass out of yourself. Whichever.

[He takes a long drag. A really long drag. And look. It's called 'saving one's skin']

Okay, okay. I believe you.

So now what?

[Well. To that....really, Freddy can't do anything else but...shrug. Yeah, a slow honest shrug. Where the fuck is White?]

You realize this isn't really helping, right?

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