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[ghostytrainer]

Oh hey, what's up?

[There's a pause, perhaps you should tell him why you called. At least until he interrupts...]

Hey, that's cool, but guess what?!

[Another short pause, perhaps you should guess what is so important that John felt the need to interrupt your surely riveting story.]

I am not actually here right now! So leave me a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!

[You cannot hope to beat John Egbert in a prank-off. He is simply the best there is.]

Hehehehe...you totally fell for it, didn't you?

[Beep!]

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Comments

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[ghostytrainer]

oh, right. my bad.

[He doesn't mimic the drawing so much has he takes it, opens it up in paint, and draws directly over Bro's addition. The penis is now a bucket labeled "alfredo sauce".]

i can't believe i forgot that.

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[plushaeusrumpified]

alfredo sauce.

[Right. Forget whales.

When the drawing comes back, there is a chef (who looks suspiciously like Gordon Ramsay) standing next to the bucket with his dick out. Alfredo sauce is now in quotations.]

"alfredo sauce".
yep.

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[ghostytrainer]

[It's about ten minutes before a response finally comes from John.]

ok, yeah. i got nothing.
you played the gordon ramsay/rapmardos card, that is pretty much unbeatable.

though i swear if the next episode of houndoom's kitchen involves alfredo...

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[plushaeusrumpified]

[John. John please, stop making it easy for him to troll you.]

thats because ramsay is fucking unbeatable man.
but wouldnt that be some damn fine irony?
guess well have to wait and see.
have a good dinner john.

[Yeah he is definitely going to try contacting the TV station to request a special episode on alfredo. Fight him.]

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[ghostytrainer]

well that doesn't sound ominous at all!