Austin | Benjamin | Casey

"hello, this is target. my name is austin, how may i help you?"

"not you again!"

"casey, my favorite little brown girl! what's up, chica?"

"austin, my favorite white boy! where's benjamin?"

"right beside me. why?"

"can i talk to him?"

"am i not good enough for you? i thought you were bae. turns out you're just fam."

"..."

"woah! that's a loud ass laugh!"

"there's something seriously wrong with austin."

"you're tellin' me. the kid visits his ex girlfriends house every week just to throw eggs at it."

"that's awful!"

"it's also his girlfriend from fifth grade."

"..."

"...i like your laugh. it's adorable."

"don't get soft on me now, benjamin."

"do you have an amazing question for me, today?"

"i do!"

"let's hear it. i'll put you on speaker so austin can hear too."

"oh boy!"

"i was at my local target yesterday when suddenly i tripped over my own foot and i landed face first into the floor. now, there was a yellow wet floor sign but i pushed it under the isle and made it look like it was never there. so my question is, how much is target giving me after i sue them?"

"..."

"you got yourself a smart one, ben."

"wait a second, that was you?"

"what do you mean?"

"casey, you live in indiana?"

"yes, why? i'm confused."

"our manager told us about what you did. hell, he even showed us the footage."

"...oh god."

"nice one, casey!"

"i didn't know this helpline was based in indiana!"

"i literally told you i went to the university of indiana."

"i know, benny! but still, that's so embarrassing!"

"you should come by tomorrow."

"..."

"i can hear you whispering, benny."

"it's nothing."

"anyway, i should go. my math homework isn't gonna do itself. bye guys."

"bye casey!"

"see ya, case."

call ended