Sun Cho: Flagstaff Private Investigators, Sun Cho speaking.
Madman: Sweetie, it’s Madman, we need to talk about-
Sun Cho: Excuse me, excuse me, sir, I believe you’ve dialed the wrong number.
Madman: No, this is my wife’s cell.
Sun Cho: I’m positive it is not. This is the landline to my private investigative office. So, unless this building is illegally housing your spouse, which as the proprietor, I’d know about, I suggest you try a different number.
Madman: You don’t understand, the zombie snuck the phone card to me.
Sun Cho: What the hell are you talking about?
Madman: My wife! Keep up, will you?
Sun Cho: No, the zom- Hold on. Did you say your name was Madman?
Sun Cho: And a zombie told you to call this number?
Sun Cho: Um, not trying to pry into your personal affairs or anything, but may I ask which mental hospital you escaped from?
Madman: I fail to see how that is not prying into my personal affairs.
Sun Cho: Apologies, I’m only trying to help.
Madman: Don’t worry about it. Actually, on second thought, I think I found the mistake. What century are you presently in?
Sun Cho: What? Um, the twenty-first.
Madman: I’m so sorry, this is all my fault. I forgot to factor in the time difference with this demented demon on my tail.
Sun Cho: Okay, I’m going to forget you ever mentioned a demon. Although, I would like to know, are you implying you do not reside in the same century as me?
Madman: Does that really come as a huge shock? Everyone knows these phones can be a bit temperamental with the different time zones, especially the ones in Budapest; for all this planet has to offer, the reception sucks.
Sun Cho: Planet?
Madman: What? Did you think I was talking about that dingy little Earth city?
Sun Cho: Admittedly, that was the first place that popped into my head.
Madman: Look here, Sunny, as thrilling as this conversation has been, I have to hang up. I really need to speak with my wife and the demon is about to break through the mystic wards.
Sun Cho: I’m not entirely sure how to respond to that.
Madman: Good luck would suffice.
Sun Cho: Good luck then? Hope to never meet you in person.
The PI quickly hung up, only to have the phone start ringing once more.
Sun Cho: Still not your wife, Madman!
Female Caller: I’d hope not, I’m his wife.
Sun Cho: This day cannot get any stranger.
Female Caller: Where’s my husband?
Sun Cho: Last I heard he’s trying to call you from a demon possessed location.
Female Caller: Stupid zombie. This line needs to be cleared; I’m going to change your number.
Sun Cho: Don’t do that! We’ve had this number for over a decade. The locals aren’t accustom to change, they’ll riot and refuse to accept it, consequently I will run out of business.
Female Caller: ...
Sun Cho: Ma’am? Mrs. Madman?
Female Caller: ...
Sun Cho: She hung up, didn’t she? Damn it! Jimmy is going to kill me.