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[wizzardly]

VOICEMAIL:

"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."

Comments

[exceptfebruary]

The most you will get is a paper cut.

[wizzardly]

which is still more than I asked for, to be fair

[exceptfebruary]

Would you rather risk saying "no"?

1/2

[wizzardly]

[wizzardly]

You know, I've thought about it again, and I've realized I could actually REALLY do with a calendar.

[exceptfebruary]

A good choice. Where shall I send it?

[wizzardly]

[and there's the Ludgate-Graham household address.]

It won't be anything weird, will it?

[exceptfebruary]

Of course not.

[ The next day, a delivery. A calendar for the man who loooooooves heights, with handwritten notes for the rest of October, November and December of 2016, and detailed descriptions of all the major holidays. ]

[wizzardly]

[there are no words for the amount of insult this calendar smacks Rincewind across the face with (although, thankfully, not literally).

Heights. Good gods, why, out of everything terrible thing across every terrible world, is it always heights?

Tempting as it would be to throw away, the calendar ultimately ends up shoved inside a desk drawer. ...Just in case.]