Trixie: (answers her phone) Hello?
Saten: hola cutie
Trixie: ... Saten?
Saten: tu dicho to call tu everyday, remember
Trixie: Yes, but honey, this isn't a good time, I'm about to preform... I'll call tu 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 tu still have me
Saten: Your making my skin crawl!
Master Sword: Still, look at it this way... It could be worse!
Master Sword: Yeah. tu 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
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