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Answering Machine meme


☎ Post a comment with your character. This comment functions as their answering machine or voice mail. Include an IC message if you want.

☎ Other characters will reply to these comments to leave your character messages.

☎ Be creative, have characters leave messages when they're drunk/high/bored/being chased by a rabid T-rex, whatever.

☎ Your character can then call these people back and demand an explanation!

Comments

[drake_wayne]

It's not Batman.

[hypnotic_patter]

[Ringring.]

What do you want, Batspawn?

[drake_wayne]

The Gotham Museum of the Arts was robbed. I know it was you.

[hypnotic_patter]

One, what makes you so sure? Two, how did you get my number?

[drake_wayne]

One, the cameras were on. Two, that's my secret.

Three, knock knock.

[CRASH!]

[hypnotic_patter]

[Well, shoot.]

Get out of my house!

[Time for running, where did he put his zappy stick.]

[drake_wayne]

[And who's that around the corner, lurking in shadows? Why, it's none other than Condiment King Red Robin, who walks forward a bit when he sees his target.]

Hello, Harris.

[hypnotic_patter]

[Back around the other corner then. Dancing keeps you in very good shape, you know, very good for leg muscles.]

He's not home!

[Where the hell is his conductor's wand, it should be around here somewhere.]

[drake_wayne]

[There's no reply to the outcry. Instead he hurries after him, marveling at his agility. Curse you, Rogers and Hammerstein!

As he catches sight of him again, Red flings a few Robin Discs at him, hoping to catch him off guard.]

[hypnotic_patter]

[One hits his leg, causing him to stumble, but he quickly picks himself up again.]

Get out of my rafters, you stupid little bird! I didn't do anything to you!

[Finally, he catches sight of his baton, propped up in a corner. Meister grabs it as he runs by. The Man is trying to censor him and he'll have none of it.]