Benjamin | Casey

"hello, this is target. my name is benjamin, how may i help you?"

"hello, sir. do you love our lord and savior jesus christ? "

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"i didn't know jehovah witnesses called targets. hm, they're really stepping up their game, eh?"

"i suppose so. usually they sit outside of my house and just stare into the window. like, i'm not home, guys! go away!"

"wait a second. you're that girl who called yesterday. do you maybe, i don't know, have a life?"

"i'll have you know that i am very social with my peers."

"being in a school building with them doesn't count."

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"well, who says that you make the rules?"

"ha-ha."

"anyway, i had a question."

"yes?"

"so, lets say that i was having a conflict in target, right? we were both in the knife isle and this person points one at me. she threatens my life, but she can't open the package. then, she rushes to the scissor isle and she can't open those either. what would i do?"

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"why are you chuckling? answer my question."

"then i'd say you should run for your life?"

"wow. this is awful advice."

"i try the best i can, i really do."

"not good enough!"

"yeah i'm not-hello?"

call ended