“So, I’m all set to go. You’re sure you going to be okay?”
“Great, so here are the keys and don’t forget to feed the fish.”
Two hours later. The phone rings.
“I forgot to tell you, you have to tickle them.”
“The fish. And Osaka likes to have his nose rubbed.”
“The big black one.”
Two hours later.
“Hi! Please remember to sing to them.”
Deep sigh, “The fish.”
“Any song in particular?”
“They like Underwater Love from Pearl Jam.”
Two hours later. Voicemail.
“Hi, me again. I can’t get hold of you! Call me as soon as you get this. I have to talk to the fish. They’ll start pining if they don’t hear my voice. Then they’ll die and… Message has exceeded time limit.”
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