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nobleplatypusI interrupt your normal flist to bring you this shocking news report straight off my iPhone. Upon bringing me my keyboard on Saturday, it was realized that my father had forgotten the detachable music stand. He said he would bring it on Monday. Now, the following exchange is taking place via text:
Do you have the music stand?
Do you have the money?
You'll get your money once you've proven to me that my music stand is alive and unharmed.
Oh. So that's how it's going down? You'll be singing a different tune when I send the first plastic fitting! Hope you have a strong stomach!
You're a monster. You're a MONSTER! Dammit, I told you I have the money! What more do you want?!
Just... just don't hurt it. Please. It's just a little stand!
We are still awaiting word from my father. Stand by for further updates.
EDIT:
At approximately 1:50 PM, my father called me directly. Here is a partial transcript of our conversation:
DAD: Hi, Gal.
ME: Hi, Dad.
DAD: I have exactly what you're looking for. [laughs in a rather evil way]
ME: Is it okay??
DAD: Here, I'll put it on the phone. [adopts a high-pitched, childish tone and babbles frantically for a few seconds, then resumes evil laughter]
We've arranged an exchange for 5 PM.
EDIT AGAIN:
Dad picked me up at five. As soon as I got into the car, I said, "If you've harmed one hair on my music stand's head...!"
Dad laughed, then said, "It's in the trunk," in a rather nasty tone of voice.
Fortunately, it has survived its ordeal and is now on the keyboard, holding music.
Do you have the music stand?
Do you have the money?
You'll get your money once you've proven to me that my music stand is alive and unharmed.
Oh. So that's how it's going down? You'll be singing a different tune when I send the first plastic fitting! Hope you have a strong stomach!
You're a monster. You're a MONSTER! Dammit, I told you I have the money! What more do you want?!
Just... just don't hurt it. Please. It's just a little stand!
We are still awaiting word from my father. Stand by for further updates.
EDIT:
At approximately 1:50 PM, my father called me directly. Here is a partial transcript of our conversation:
DAD: Hi, Gal.
ME: Hi, Dad.
DAD: I have exactly what you're looking for. [laughs in a rather evil way]
ME: Is it okay??
DAD: Here, I'll put it on the phone. [adopts a high-pitched, childish tone and babbles frantically for a few seconds, then resumes evil laughter]
We've arranged an exchange for 5 PM.
EDIT AGAIN:
Dad picked me up at five. As soon as I got into the car, I said, "If you've harmed one hair on my music stand's head...!"
Dad laughed, then said, "It's in the trunk," in a rather nasty tone of voice.
Fortunately, it has survived its ordeal and is now on the keyboard, holding music.
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