Just as elvenlass hung up, she got another call.
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...