Goose vs. the Phone

by
A Kniggendorf


Round-1: Telemarketer

     "Gooseman?" – rhabrahabrahb – "You want to sell me something?" – rhabrahahbrahb – "But I'm at work here–" – rhabrhabrahb – "Wait a minute, I give you my private number."
     "Goose, don't–"
     "You got it? – Yes, that's right. Bye. – What's wrong?"
     "Never give a telemarketer your real number, they'll torment you forever."
     "That's why it was senator Wheiner's number, Captain."

Round-2: Disconnected

     "Goose," Doc panted after a sprint from the office to Goose's place.
     "You need a phone!"
     "I had one." The ST shrugged. "It's disconnected."
     "Why?!"
     "I got only two kinds of calls: flamings about my origin and indecent offers. Both got on my nerves."


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