"Hello?" You hear a fimilair voice say. "This is
Barbara, how can I be of service to you?"
<i>Excellent </i> you think. <i> She is a serven at
heart. I always knew it</i> "Hello, Barabara," you say
in your spiffy voice. "This is me. The big movie star. I'm up
there with Jackie Chan, an' all. Well, i was wondering if you would be
willing to be my humble servent."
Since you are quite wealthy and rich, you decide that you need a good
servent. So, you quickly grab the yellow phone book, and leaf through
the pages until you reach the "Servents" section. Low and
behold, no good servents are available. You think back to when Barbara
and you were near a haunted castle, and then you left to go to China.
The imprimts of Barbara's phone number, that you wrote in permentant
ink when you were little, are still on your hand. You call up her
house.