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[dramaturgy]

And it's still early...

Kimmie: Seasons: *change*
Liz: Glaciers: ::move on::
Kimmie: Apocalypse: *arrives*
Liz: o-o
Liz: Liz's Cell Phone: ::rings::
Greenie: :>
Kaesa: ::snort::
Kaesa: Always at the worst time, eh, Liz?
Liz: And I was just in the middle of being raptured.
Greenie: raptured?
Kaesa: The apocalypse.
Kimmie: Jesus comes and takes the Christians away.
Liz: ...I think I'd let it ring.
Kaesa: And the Jews all stand around going "WTF?"
Greenie: ah, right.
Liz: Anyway, why do people think that they never have cell phone numbers incorrect?
Greenie: 'scuse me Jesus, could you hold on for one second? I have to take this call...
Kimmie: What if it was Jesus, liz?
Liz: I suppose he'd be on the caller ID.
Jenny: Could he reply, really, with the whole flaming sword in the mouth thing, or am I getting things confused?
Liz: I mean. Come on, he's Jesus. Not only does he get reception nearly everywhere and free weekends and evenings, he's got to have caller ID.
Jenny: *g*
Kimmie: Free text messaging, do you think?
Liz: I bet he's got a flip phone, too. ::jealous::
Kimmie: With a camera in it.
Greenie: & email access.
Liz: ...and video.