I'm serious, though, what is that bath picture from and where can I get it. And why is it all... you know, sleek and silvery and reflective and... flash.
And:
Raguel tests the temperature of his beer with a scowl, then punches in the number for the closest pizza place again. Still no dial tone. He wonders, vaguely, if all their little... alterations, every pizza miraculously delivered on-time and piping hot during rush hour, has finally triggered some sort of localised rupture in reality, or whether Giancomo's has simply had enough.
A voice drifts in from the expensive living-room, over the sound of rummaging in the expensive entertainment unit underneath the expensive television.
"Have you seen the remote?"
Raguel hangs up, annoyed; registers the question; looks at the device in his hand.
Re: ooooWEEEEEEOOOOOOOOO
I'm serious, though, what is that bath picture from and where can I get it. And why is it all... you know, sleek and silvery and reflective and... flash.
And:
Raguel tests the temperature of his beer with a scowl, then punches in the number for the closest pizza place again. Still no dial tone. He wonders, vaguely, if all their little... alterations, every pizza miraculously delivered on-time and piping hot during rush hour, has finally triggered some sort of localised rupture in reality, or whether Giancomo's has simply had enough.
A voice drifts in from the expensive living-room, over the sound of rummaging in the expensive entertainment unit underneath the expensive television.
"Have you seen the remote?"
Raguel hangs up, annoyed; registers the question; looks at the device in his hand.
Sploosh.
"No."