...Hello? [Why isn't he saying anything? Is this one of those disconnected calls? Was he hung up on? After about thirty seconds of silence (he gets that sometimes it's hard to find the right words for things, but that was more than enough time for Mondo to figure out what he was going to say), he finally pulls the phone away to check it...
Oh. It's off.
Oh, it's not turning back on.
Why couldn't the battery have run out several calls ago?! He doesn't have to do much digging around in his desk to find the cord - everything is very neatly organized, after all - and after plugging it in, he decides it would be best to track Mondo down and speak to him face-to-face. He's so sick of phones.
HE OPENS THE DOOR...
Just in time to be greeted with one very angry hulking gangster.]
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Oh. It's off.
Oh, it's not turning back on.
Why couldn't the battery have run out several calls ago?! He doesn't have to do much digging around in his desk to find the cord - everything is very neatly organized, after all - and after plugging it in, he decides it would be best to track Mondo down and speak to him face-to-face. He's so sick of phones.
HE OPENS THE DOOR...
Just in time to be greeted with one very angry hulking gangster.]