Mr. Cane, Mary, Mathew, LordGrantham, Cora, No. 1, LadyEdith, Sybil, Chauffeur, Mr. Carson, Mrs. Hughes, Mr. Suave, O'Brien, Jimbo, Alfie, TheCook, and Daisy have been added to the conversation.

Anna: Hi! Did I do that right?

Mr. Suave: No, that's why I'm not actually here.

Mary: Don't listen to him, he's still upset.

Mathew: About what?

Mary: Who knows, he's always upset.

Mr. Suave: Maybe I have reasons.

Mathew: Or not.

Alfie: Thanks for adding me, I just got my phone.

Jimbo: Yah, I just fixed mine.

Anna: What happened to it?

Jimbo: Long story, let's just say it's not doing well.

Mr. Suave: Did you face plant too?

Mr. Cane: Don't. Start.

Anna: Yes, please don't.

Mary: Agreed.

Mr. Suave: Hm? I have no idea what your talking about!

Mr. Cane: -_-

Mrs. Hughes: Shouldn't you all be working?

Mr. Suave: We are.

Anna: We're multitasking.

Mathew: Multi-texting!

Mr. Suave: Yes! Nailed it!

Mathew: Second time!

Mary: Now it's my turn for a facepalm.

Mathew: You wouldn't dare...

Mary: -_-

LadyEdith: She probably would.

Mary: Maybe I will!

Sybil: Now they're fighting...

Mathew: Yes, it always ends up this way.

Anna: Uhm, could we just not?! It's not like we need the practice.

Mr. Suave: Yah, we get enough of that when not texting...wait...I like fighting...neva mind *evil face*

LadyEdith: Okay, fine.

Mary: What? I'm not fighting.

LadyEdith: You were!

Mathew: Girrrlllsss,

Mary: Sorry.

LadyEdith: Don't apologize for me!

LadyEdith: *ehem* Sorry.

Anna: This is working out great...

Cora: Don't worry, it'll turn out fine.

Anna: Thank you, m'lady.

Mary: Wow, seriously Ma ma, are you ever negative?

Cora: I don't know.

Mathew: Interesting response.

Cora: Why, thank you, Mathew!

Mary: That was random.

Mr. Suave: Uh, hello, all of this is.

O'Brien: True, true.

Anna: Just ran into Mr. Bates!

Mr. Cane: Hi!

Anna: Hi!

Mr. Suave: Your kidding. Your like a foot away from each other, and your texting?

Anna: Uhm....

Mr. Cane: More like, dictating?

Mathew: *facepalm*

Mary: And he's done it again.

Mr. Suave: I'm surprised you even have a nose left.

Mathew: -_-

Jimbo: So, why are we texting again?

Mr. Carson: Really, James, you are still calling yourself that?

Jimbo: Meh why not.

Mr. Carson: I could think of a few reasons.

Jimbo: I'm sure you could. Oh look, there is a spot on this silver platter I'm carrying.

Mr. Carson has left the conversation.

Jimbo: Works every time.

Alfie: I'll have to remember that.

Mrs. Hughes: Hello, I'm still here.

Alfie: Ohhh.

Jimbo: Uh, hi?

Mrs. Hughes: I'm not amused, boys.

Jimbo: Trust me, the feeling is mutual.

Anna: Okay, let's find something other then arguing to do!!!

Mr. Suave: Like I said, that seems to be our life.

Anna: Alright, never mind. I have an idea, and this text is a bust. I'll add you all to a new one.

Mary: Alright, see you there.

Anna has left the conversation.

(Yo guys! I don't usually leave authors notes, but I just wanted to say that I know I promised to put certain people in future texts, and they will be. It's just that I already have a few drafts written out, so they will be published first.

~ Jake Vader Out.)