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[The Captain would wake up screaming, again. This time not knocking the phone off the hook. Taking his time to catch his breath, he grunts and gets out of bed.
Looking next door, he sees that the house next door got burned out and grimaces. Walking his way over to the phone, finally getting the hint that going outside is a mistake.]
[Call]
[The Captain makes a call, unfiltered because he never did figure out how to do that.]
"Hey, what the ☠☠☠☠ is going on? The house next door looks like it was hit hard.
Anyone from... uh... one sec."
[Puts down the phone to go to the window and try to make out the number on the mailbox. Coming back.]
"Anyone from 951 Beulah Street still alive?
Wait, I am on Beulah Street?
What gives?"
[Someone was not aware of most of the events having been drunk and lost, or dead, for most of the house burning.]
Looking next door, he sees that the house next door got burned out and grimaces. Walking his way over to the phone, finally getting the hint that going outside is a mistake.]
[Call]
[The Captain makes a call, unfiltered because he never did figure out how to do that.]
"Hey, what the ☠☠☠☠ is going on? The house next door looks like it was hit hard.
Anyone from... uh... one sec."
[Puts down the phone to go to the window and try to make out the number on the mailbox. Coming back.]
"Anyone from 951 Beulah Street still alive?
Wait, I am on Beulah Street?
What gives?"
[Someone was not aware of most of the events having been drunk and lost, or dead, for most of the house burning.]
