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[charlastan]

"Hi! You've reached Stan Pines' magic phone box thing or whatever. Leave me a message and maybe if I care enough about what you've got to say I'll actually get back to you. I probably don't, but hey! Test your luck! (Followed by obnoxious laughter until the BEEP)"

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Comments

[charlastan]

[Stan has a sinking suspicion that "one step at a time" might mean "not at all", but he siiiiiiiighs.]

Fine. You go ahead and break him losing his mind gently or whatever, and I'll be here thinkin' about him trying to stuff a raccoon in a tiny wedding dress every time I talk to him.

[God, this is going to be a pain to keep secret.]

[mviw]

Stanley! Fiddleford is my colleague and my friend. He deserves better than for us to rub his indignities in his face.

[charlastan]

I said fine! What, do you want it in writing?! You handle it, I'll keep outta it. Besides, the guy's gonna wanna hear it from you anyway.

[mviw]

Thank you.