DREAMY: Mmn...
DREAMY: mumble mumble
DREAMY: ...You think the government got her?
EDGE: The gover--? Miss Dreamy, I think this is something far bigger and more arcane than "the government".
DREAMY: R-right. Right. I guess it would explain the weird text I got.
PREENY: You got one too?
TWINGE: Gosh, poor Preeny...
DREAMY: Yeah, here
DREAMY: Felt kinda different than the usual death threats.
PREENY: "Usual?"
EDGE: If you were able to receive texts, why did you not return our calls? Preeny worried sick.
DREAMY: Aaah sorry sorry!! That was my bad. Work volume has been out of control. Everyone wants someone to blame for the feathers.
DREAMY'S MEMORY, DREAMY: Sir, I don't think I can sue the sky...
DREAMY'S MEMORY, CALLER: !@#?
DREAMY'S MEMORY, SFX: RING RING RING RING
DREAMY'S MEMORY, DREAMY: And that's why the barber should pay the full medical bill for my client's son's feather sickness.
DREAMY'S MEMORY, BLUE DOG: Uh huh
PREENY: It's okay, Dreamy... I know you're always really busy helping people!
DREAMY:
DREAMY: That's right!
