*at my home*

Me:  *rummaging through refrigerator* Let’s see…what high calorie thing can I stuff my face with…?

*phone rings*

Me:  *lets it ring a while before answering* …Hello?        

**** : We will destroy everything you love and cherish if you don’t give us what we want.

Me: …We? Who’s we?

**** : None of your concern. Our demands are simple, you-

Me: Rad…drop the act.

**** : I…don’t know what you’re talking about. *different voice* Enough, do you truly not care about the consequences?

Me: Oh? What happened to the guy that’s not Rad, M12?

**** :He was too incompetent and thus, was dismissed.

Rad: LOOK WHO’S TALKING, YOU ACTUALLY RESPONDED TO THAT.

M12: Well if YOU had done things right, I wouldn’t have had to say ANYTING.

Me: What’s this? Trouble in paradise over there?

M12 and Rad: NO ONE ASKED YOU

Me: *hangs up* …That leftover pizza is sounding good right about now.

*phone rings again*

Me: Oh I wonder who THAT could possibly be…*answers* Hello?

Pamela: Hello Mr. D~

Me: Oh hi Pamela, what’s new?

Pamela: *giggles* We’re playing hostage! Mr. R-

Rad: *snatches the phone away* YOU HERE THAT?! WE HAVE GER HOSTAGE, AND YOU BETTER GIVE INTO OUR DEMANDS

Me: Tell Pamela I said she’s in charge of making sure you and M12 don’t get into any real trouble for me, okay?

Rad: DON’T’ YOU-

Me: You think I’m stupid don’t you?

M12: *snatches the phone away from Rad* Is that a trick question?

Me: *hangs up*

*some random place*

Rad: Nice…real classy, you messed that chance up you know?

Pamela: I’M IN CHARGE, I’M IN CHARGE~!  *hopping around*

Ash: *laughs* You sure are Pamela, just tone it down a bit okay?

Pamela: Okay~

M12: Pft, she’s a terrible hostage.

Vanessa: She’s NOT meant to be a hostage. You could have chosen someone who understands the concept better.

Thundera: Con…cept?

Bwarch: Definitely not you.

Rad: Well then Lil Ms. Know-it-all, would you or your sister like to play the part then?

Ash: I’m NOT a hostage. Never was, never will be. *stern look*

Rad: Sorry I asked, yikes.

Vermin: OR…Instead of playing “phone tag”, all of us could just gang up on him and force him to get his lazy tail back to work on the studios.

Dar: …That was oddly specific of you.

Vermin: …I know…I’m scared too.

Jem: Well I’m game, beats sitting here.

Micheal: SWEET; time to get some long overdue payback!

Ash: We’re CATCHING him, not hurting him.

Micheal: Aww, can’t I just rough him up a bit?

Spike: You’re call, but after he’s agreed to our terms, we got nothing against him. He’ll be free to return the favor.

Micheal: …Someday, D…you’ll get yours.

Trent: Until then, paper, or plastic? *holds up two different types of bags*

*awkward silence*

Bwarch: We’re not taking him out grocery shopping, think burlap genius.

Trent: You’re a butt-hurt, you know that?

Rad: Then we’re all clear on what to do? GREAT! ROLL OUT!

Pamela: ROLL OUT~

Ash: Shhh, don’t encourage him.

*at my house again*

Me: *flipping through channels* Lame…lamer…just…no. *blank look on face*

Rose: Hey, Onii-san~

Me: What?

Rose: Are we having a party? Cuz everyones at the door…any Pamela…don’t let her in.

Me: Aww, afraid of a baby?

Rose: NOT FUNNY *whiney tone*

*doorbell rings*

Jem: *kicks door in* HOUSE CALL!

Me: Oh C’MON! The door wasn’t even locked.

Vermin: GET ‘EM!

Pamela *hugs legs together* Tehe~

Me: Not now Pamela, hug later *panicked*

*aftermath*

Rad: Now look at whose incompetence is showing.

Me: *tied up in bag* Yeah, I call it your face. NOW LEMME OUT!

Rad: *kicks bag* Nope, you’ve got work to do. People to call, paperwork and such.

Me *whining* I don’t want to go to work today!

Rad: Just like how I didn’t want to kick you, but you see how that works out don’t you?

Me: Could you at least stop dragging me?

Vermin: Can you stop being lazy?

Me: …

Vermin: Didn’t think so.

Jem: Finally, the studio is in sight, won’t be longer now.

Me: Oh joy, of freaking joys…

*next day*

Me: Welcome to the show once again viewers. Thanks to the “support” of my co-workers, the studio is back in business. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m your host, D, and I’ll be your guide into the randomness of the world.