At the end of anoth­er long and appar­ent­ly fruit­less day doing what he did in the flesh­pots, the last thing Andro want­ed was anoth­er main­te­nance call. But it came any­way, a flash­ing light glar­ing into his eyes and a noi­some chirrup nest­ing in his ears.
“BLING BLING BLING!”
“Fuck.”
He put down his bur­ri­to, shot down the rest of his vod­ka and toma­to juice and for­got to pay the wait­ress.
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