"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
"Damn it to hell!" She yelled, shoving her hand in his pocket and answering the phone.
“Hello.” She yelled.
Silence.
“HELLO!!” she screamed. She slowly looked at the phone to see the main menu. No one called.
“You are so disgusting, Yuki.” Itsumi said, sighing as loud as she could. Yuki was laughing in the background. She threw the phone at him as hard as she could.
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Akira fits in really well also. It is probably going to take him some more time, though.
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"Hello, everyone!" Akira said. He wore a yellow shirt with a peace sign on it and torn blue jeans. His short black hair hadn't been combed. "I've got coffee," he said, carrying the coffee to Itsumi and Yuki. He tripped over Yuki's foot, spilling the coffee on his shirt.
“DAMNIT! THIS SHIT BURNS!” Yuki yelled.
“No shit, Sherlock.” Akira said. “It’s hot coffee.”
Yuki got in front of Akira and raised his hand.
"Oh god," Akira said, "I am very sorry." He could see Yuki's hands turning red. Yuki unleashed the fury of his right hand upon Akira’s face.
"KAMEHAMEHA-BITCHSLAP" Yuki said, striking Akira, making him fly through the room.
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Well that’s about it mother. I am having a hell of a lot more fun than I would be if I were working with you.
Screw You,
Mine Takaya
(P.S. The white powder is just flour.)
She took the envelope to the main room of Channel 18. Her long black hair concealed the grin on her face. The grey night shirt she wore was wrinkled, as were her shorts. She walked past the fallen Akira and presented the letter to Yuki.
"I finished, Yuki."
Yuki performed an over exaggerated gasp and put some of the white powdery substance in the letter. He then sealed the letter and handed it to Mine. She trotted off to the elevator while Yuki held his cell phone in his hand.
