VOICEMAIL ⇆ JEFF
Sebastian: [Somehow manage to find a payphone, sways drunkenly as dials Jeff's number. Frowns when it goes to voicemail] "Sunnnnshiiiiine!" [laughs to himself] "Okay. Okay. You were right. Shut up! Don't get fucking smug about it. Even you can be right sometimes." [huffs childishly, and sighs] "You're the first person I call when I need someone to pick my drunk ass up. Which is what I need now. Come find me. You're going to laugh so hard when you see where I am. There is a damn dairy farm. It smells like cows. I swear to God someone tipped a fucking cow too! WHO DOES THAT?! I mean really! Only in Springfield, Ohio would someone think it would be fun to go out into the wilderness. I don't know if you know this but I'm not made for woods. And then there was a barn on fire and fucking cows running, or being tipped over. Cooooommmmme geeeeettttt meeeee before I end up in some hick jail because I drove a tracker into a pond." [looks at the sign of the street where he is, and slowly tells Jeff it before making a obnoxious kiss noise, and struggling to sloppily hang up the phone. Stumbles over to a bench, and plops down]
