I kinda realized last week that I'm doing way too much. With my school, and teaching at the import school, and then work and studying and writing papers and it's...I think I have to give something up? I don't really want to, but I barely got through last week and thankfully I didn't have any papers to write or labs because I know I wouldn't have made them as well and as much as I like think it's really important for us all to be a team and stuff, I think I need to quit the squad.
Do what you need to do, okay? We got a lotta folks on the team, so we'll do okay. Ah just want you to do what you feel you need to do--you ain't obligated to always be an X-man, Sally.
No, you don't have to. If you need to do this other stuff, then Ah want you to. Don't be sorry, because you shouldn't be. Everyone takes breaks from the team, girl, and some quit outright. You gotta do what works for you and nothin' else. If you wanna help out in big emergencies, then you can. Otherwise, Ah want you to do what makes your life easiest; you have a lot going on.
If there's an emergency I'll help however I can. I think any of us would really. And thanks, Sam. I just don't want to disappoint the team, but leaving it is really the only thing I could come up with doing.
I should get going though. I've got labs in an hour. I'll be home on Friday so if you're not busy maybe we can see a movie?
[ TRANSLATION: I don't know why I'm calling you, but I want to go home. I miss my stupid team. I even miss BOOSTER. Everything is so crazy here and I don't know what I'm doing half the time. I don't know why I'm calling you tonight. I guess because you're just the coolest person here, and you're the only guy who does not look at my gorgeous Brazilian ass. Not that I mind the attention, but it is good to have a guy talking to my face for once, you know? All the men I've been with are idiots and oh God, I'm talking like we're together and that's so not what I'm looking for right now. Sorry. I--
Ugh, Bea. You're a dumb bitch. He doesn't speak Portuguese. ]
Ah, hey Sammy. It's Bea. I just wanted to call and say that I'm--[ SIGH ]--sorry that I freaked out on you earlier this week. Uh, yeah. That's it. Soooo...I'll see you around?
Okay. So you said to call if I needed...anyway. Look, I'm sorry if I came off kind of rude or whatever earlier. I know I brought up the whole you yelling at me thing like a million times which was just unfair and stupid. Because mission and danger and...
I'm just sorry okay? Because like its kind of silly to be annoyed at something that happened so long ago and like you, Amara, and Bobby are all I know in this City. So...my roommate catches on fire.
AND NOW I'M BABBLING.
This is the most pointless message in the world. How do I erase--[BEEP]
[ Dropped off in Sam's mailbox is a manila folder with SAM GUTHRIE written on it in Bea's handwriting. Enclosed is a 10x8 glossy print (http://himstress666.deviantart.com/art/Fetish-Butt-69989972?q=boost:popular+in:photography+fetish&qo=213) and nothing else. ]
Hey, Sam, it's Sally. Um, I'm trying to get hold of everyone and I haven't heard anything from you and I don't think anyone else has either. So please give me a call when you get this so we know you're okay. Or call Amara because she's here with me. Thanks.
[ Bea doesn't know that Terry confiscated Sam's phone, but she still calls him after seeing Terry's message that morning. Bea sounds groggy through the message and she's sniffing every other second. She needs to stop calling Sam while she's emotional from being under the influence. ]
Sammy?! Where are you? I haven't seen or heard from you in days and then suddenly I hear your friend who I haven't even met yet saying she's got you. Why haven't you been talking to me? Did I do something wrong?
Deus. I'm sorry. I don't want to be that girl. I'm just worried, alright?
[ There's an awkward pause that seems to last forever. ] We need to talk...whenever you get this.
Well I kinda offered to have dinner with Amara. But I'm piss ass poor and can't take her out, so...I was wondering if you would comeoverandhelpmemakesomething.
They say it's your birthday! dun nu nu nu nu nu! Happy birthday to ya! dun nu nu nu nu nu!
[Paaaaausssseeee]
...okay so that's the only part of the song that I actually know...but anyway, happy birthday! I got you something, so I'll give it to you the next time I see you. It's not anything big or anything, but I think you'll like it.
The next time I be a bit homesick, remind me not t'accept dinner invitations from the other imports, Samuel. Especially when they don't know what "authentic Irish restaurant" means.
And remember, ye got a week t'get rid of that monstrosity on yuir face before I get an intervention together.
None of ye are, but I bet he'd have takin' me for real Irish food. Probably have gotten us attacked by ninjas along the way, but I'd have gotten meself some potato soup.
I think you're probably at work so I'm just going to leave you a message. I'm having lots of fun down here in the desert. I've seen Bobby, who is oh my god, so little, but definitely still Bobby and I saw Tom too for a bit. Warren is as always Warren and it's really nice getting to spend some time with him.
And did you know that the Wal-Marts down here have totally better things than the ones up where we are? Because they DO. I got you something. It's like authentic and everything. I think you'll like it.
I'll be back tomorrow in like the afternoon if you want to hang out or anything. Let me know.
Uh...I think this place is going crazy again. I just ran into Tabitha, and she didn't come out of the machine or get a room assignment or anything.
She's from our past and, well, kinda still dating you. Or well...past you because I'm dating you now. this place is crazy.She also might be staying at my place. I wanted to give you a heads up in case you come over.
I don't know...
Call me if you need anything.
OH!
I got you guys a popcorn maker. And something just for you but I'll give it to you later.
I can't make my field. I keep trying and it won't work and 'mara still has her powers. Nothing is up on the network about anything. Just the sun is being crazy, and it won't come up, Sam.
[SHE JUST STARTS CRYING. MAYBE THOSE SHOTS WERE NOT A GOOD IDEA.]
I can't compete with you, Sam! I've always accepted that I was number four in Roberto's life-- after you, Magnum PI, and Jesus-- but this is so-- real.
WHAT?! NO! Ah don't want to compete with you, Amara. Ah ain't! Ah don't. You can have Bobby, and you can keep him forever. Please don't cry, Ah'm so sorry.
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