Trixie: (answers her phone) Hello?

Saten: hujambo cutie

Trixie: ... Saten?

Saten: wewe alisema to call wewe everyday, remember

Trixie: Yes, but honey, this isn't a good time, I'm about to preform... I'll call wewe back, promise

Saten: Wait, wait, this is my- (Trixie didn't hear him and hung up).. Last... Phone call.

Saten: (angrily hangs up).. (Angrily points at Sword) THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!

Master Sword: (reading magazine) It's not so bad.. Just chill, least wewe still have me

Saten: Your making my skin crawl!

Master Sword: Still, look at it this way... It could be worse!

Saten: Worse?

Master Sword: Yeah. wewe could be a big red Pegasus

Saten: .............................. (Sighs) Well, this is the end.. (Falls on the bed, feeling defeated).

Master Sword: I wouldn't count on it.. I have an idea

Saten: (sarcastially) Yeah, because your last one was SOOOOO
well done.

Master Sword: (nievely) how nice of you..

Master Sword: And anyway. I may know someone on the inside.. So just hang in there

TO BE CONTAINUED