"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm not having a naked guy and a... her in my circus," Toby shook his head, eyebrows raised. Circuses were for freaks, yes, but not freaks like them. They were freaks before the storm. Seriously, guy that likes to be naked and girl who acts dark and mysterious with purple hair (plus her name was Shade. Who names themselves that?). Not even cool. Toby looked over at Mike, whose eyes were closed. Okay, had he fallen asleep? He opened his eyes a short time later, he seemed pleased. What, why?
"Dude, that Chuck guy? Passed out. He's not coming to get us anytime soon," Mike gave Alice a scratch. "So, can't we just get down the same way we got up? With your Zoroark?"
"Ugh, what? Why? Lousy. Asleep on the job." Toby flipped out his phone and to his surprise, it started ringing. It was Chuck. Okay, he was awake now. That was good news. But it still didn't change the fact that he went to sleep and left him and Mike with these two retards. " And what? With them? You have to be kidding." He answered the phone.
"Where at Moby fly me Wailmer trolololo?" A sloppy, hardly hearable voice said. Toby guessed it was Chuck but it didn't sound like he did a whole 30 minutes ago. Okay, what did... wait what? Moby... like the Wailmer? What did anything have to do with a boring book have to do with Toby?
"What? Chuck, are you high or something? You were meant to come pick us up, ass hole," Toby yelled back into the reciever. "We're on the mountains off Cerulean! Come get us! Like, right now? Not after a stupid nap."