Post by EPFTW! on May 7, 2019 14:35:36 GMT -6
“Adam ver Tising’s Advertising; Adam ver Tising speaking; How can I help?”
“Adam, hi; this is Jenna Salvatore from the Extreme Wrestling Corporation.”
“Ahh yes, Jenna! Hi! How are you?”
“I’m good, I’m good. Uhmm, I’m hoping you might be able to help me with something. It’s probably kind of outta left field, but, uh...have you heard from El Pablo at all?”
“El Pablo? Not recently, no - not for a couple of months, I’d say. Why d’you ask?”
“He’s due to compete for us this week in Cameroon; his flight was scheduled to land in Yaounde a few hours ago but, as best I can tell, he never even checked onto it. I know you guys were close associates; I was just hoping you might’ve heard something.”
“No, sorry.”
“Okay - thanks anyway. If you hear anything…”
“Have you spoken to Ace, at all?”
“King? No; I don’t wanna worry him.”
“You could always try ‘the Treehouse.’”
“‘The Treehouse?’ What is that, like, a bar?”
“It’s a...place(?)...he used to go to when things got overwhelming for him. Somewhere to hide from the world; hang out and play card games with friends.”
“Where is it?”
“I don’t know; I never went.”
“Okay, then what friends?”
“Uhh, let’s see...there was Carmen, Waldo, Amelia Earhart…”
“Wait wait wait, Amelia Earhart?”
“Yes.”
“The female pilot who disappeared over the central Pacific Ocean in 1937...”
“That’s what he told me.”
“Okay, well thank you - so much(!)”
“I wouldn’t worry Jenna, honestly. A bit of time to clear his head and he’ll come bursting back to life again.”
“I hope you’re right. Unfortunately, that doesn’t really help me outta my jam for this show.”
“Well, maybe I can help you. Let me make some calls.”
“...Okay…”
“Please; it’s the least I can do! Plus, I know how it feels - having to deal with El Pablo’s… ‘moments.’”
“Well, I mean...are they even ‘moments’ if they happen most of the time?”
“Heh, you might be right!”
“Okay, well call me if you hear anything.”
“Of course. Take care, Jenna.”
“You too.”
“Vaarwel!”
“Adam, hi; this is Jenna Salvatore from the Extreme Wrestling Corporation.”
“Ahh yes, Jenna! Hi! How are you?”
“I’m good, I’m good. Uhmm, I’m hoping you might be able to help me with something. It’s probably kind of outta left field, but, uh...have you heard from El Pablo at all?”
“El Pablo? Not recently, no - not for a couple of months, I’d say. Why d’you ask?”
“He’s due to compete for us this week in Cameroon; his flight was scheduled to land in Yaounde a few hours ago but, as best I can tell, he never even checked onto it. I know you guys were close associates; I was just hoping you might’ve heard something.”
“No, sorry.”
“Okay - thanks anyway. If you hear anything…”
“Have you spoken to Ace, at all?”
“King? No; I don’t wanna worry him.”
“You could always try ‘the Treehouse.’”
“‘The Treehouse?’ What is that, like, a bar?”
“It’s a...place(?)...he used to go to when things got overwhelming for him. Somewhere to hide from the world; hang out and play card games with friends.”
“Where is it?”
“I don’t know; I never went.”
“Okay, then what friends?”
“Uhh, let’s see...there was Carmen, Waldo, Amelia Earhart…”
“Wait wait wait, Amelia Earhart?”
“Yes.”
“The female pilot who disappeared over the central Pacific Ocean in 1937...”
“That’s what he told me.”
“Okay, well thank you - so much(!)”
“I wouldn’t worry Jenna, honestly. A bit of time to clear his head and he’ll come bursting back to life again.”
“I hope you’re right. Unfortunately, that doesn’t really help me outta my jam for this show.”
“Well, maybe I can help you. Let me make some calls.”
“...Okay…”
“Please; it’s the least I can do! Plus, I know how it feels - having to deal with El Pablo’s… ‘moments.’”
“Well, I mean...are they even ‘moments’ if they happen most of the time?”
“Heh, you might be right!”
“Okay, well call me if you hear anything.”
“Of course. Take care, Jenna.”
“You too.”
“Vaarwel!”