Shakespeare (me) Asks Shakespeare (also me) for Help

I slouched on my couch and watched TV between sips from the wine bottle in my hand. The wine had actually run out but I was too drunk to realize that.

My phone buzzed and for a moment I thought the demon that I had gotten rid of a few days ago was back.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

Silence. I then realized I hadn't pushed answer so I gave up and dropped the phone on the table by the couch. A few seconds later it began to buzz again.

I pick it up and actually answer it.

"Hello? You've reached the Tardis, I am currently not available because I am rescuing the world from Daleks-."

"Shakespeare!" someone on the other side of the call yelled. "I need your help!"

"You can't even wait for the voicemail box?" I ask.

"I really need help, Shakespeare-."

"You can leave a message once I'm done with the recording."

"This isn't a recording."

"Yes, it is."

There was a pause.

"You're drunk aren't you?"

I sighed. "Yes."

"Look, I need your help."

"Okay, what's the problem?"

"I transported myself to the Avengers and then I disintegrated and now I'm stuck in the soul stone."

"That could be a problem."

"You think?"

"How can I help?"

"You can find out the musical theme for my world."

"Your world?"

"Yeah, I'm Shakespeare in another world-."

"Hold up. I'm Shakespeare."

"As I said, I'm Shakespeare in another world."

"That's a thing?"

"Yeah, and there's going to be more coming because of our stupid writer."

"We have a writer?"

"Yep, and she gave us all her nickname."

"Okay... I'll buy it."

"Can you help me."

I eased myself off the couch.

"I don't know your musical theme and I really don't have a way to find out. But I may be able to help you a little."

"How?"

"I can tell you the release date for Endgame so that you have an estimate of when you'll get out."

"How do you know we'll be released?"

"If not then Marvel is going to have serious problems from their fans, especially me."

"What's the date?"

"April 26th."

"Oh, so... about three months?"

"About."

"Okay."

"Oh hey, have you met any of the hot superheroes while stuck in that rock?"

"Yes! They are so cool! I think I annoy them with my fangirling."

"I would too. Enjoy it for the next three months."

"I will!"

I hung up and went to take a nap, forgetting to turn the TV off.

And that is how I got a call from myself asking for help.

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