[A text message, from Comoestas to Jobski]
Comoestas: hello i see you're 102 feet away and i have a proposition for you. i'm currently eating macaroni and cheese and i want something to drink but all you have in your fridge is orange soda left over from the halloween party and i do not want to drink that. SO... if you go to 7/11 and get me a double gulp horchata and bring it to our apartment i won't take over the planet Comoestas: maybe. no promises [A bemused Jobski stares at the cell for a moment, before looking up to find Como looking down through the window of the apartment.]




















