Just as elvenlass hung up, she got another call.

elvenlass: What?

Schizo: Sorry, am I calling at a bad time?

elvenlass: Oh, hey Schizo! Not at all. Uh, what's going down?

Schizo: Well, I'm going to a TW party, and I was wondering (since you've probably been invited) if you wanted a lift.

elvenlass: Sure! Where are y-

Suddenly, a bright red convertible smashed through the wall of elvenlass' house. Inside it were Schizo, decked out in a Batman costume, and his lawyer, Omar who was either a man in an extremely realistic cow costume or a talking cow dressed as a Wall Street businessman.

Schizo: Hop in!

elvenlass: What about my house?

Schizo: Hey, be grateful it isn't on fire.

elvenlass: You mean like your math teacher? Man, what a jerk he was.

Schizo:...uh...my math teacher was a woman.

elvenlass (long pause): Oh...my...God.

Omar: Will you get in the car already?

elvenlass: Alright, alright. Let me just get my costume...

Nyeeeeeeaaaagh.