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"You've got Stan. Check the number and dial again."

[Funny how that sounds like a terrible idea.

What if he just ignores it? Eventually you'll go away...]

[How about he tries calling again?]

If you don't pick up, I'm coming over there. And if you're not there I will find you.

Jesus, what?

Thank you.

[And now, much more calmly:] The next time you find someone unconscious, please don't just put them in a bed to sleep it off. Okay?

How do you even know about that?

I know about everything.

You don't look like the type to hang out with crazy bat people.

[STANLEY HE WILL SLAP THE LUSCIOUS HAIR RIGHT OFF YOUR SKULL.]

Can we back up to the part where I get you to agree to not be an idiot again?

[Click. Aren't teenagers fun?]

[SIGHS.

CALLS BACK.]

But I mean, hey, if that's something you're not capable of doing, I understand. It's hard to not be stupid.

Great, thanks. Bye.

I care about Collette a lot. I was worried, okay?

Maybe next time you should report her missing.

[And here, Stan will get what he wants: Saul hangs up.]

[Fine by him. And dude, you're so not what he pictured when Batty said she was into older men.]