[Uh oh. Carlisle stares at his phone another two or three seconds, as though the constructrobotindividual on the other end might change his mind. When he doesn't, Carlisle finally manages to find his voice long enough to respond. It squeaks unpleasantly as it is drawn from the back of his throat.]
No, thank you.
[And with that, he's going to hang up, then go hide in the corner of the barn until the end of time. The cow with one horn that hangs out in there will keep him company.]
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Date: 2020-07-22 05:56 am (UTC)constructrobotindividual on the other end might change his mind. When he doesn't, Carlisle finally manages to find his voice long enough to respond. It squeaks unpleasantly as it is drawn from the back of his throat.]No, thank you.
[And with that, he's going to hang up, then go hide in the corner of the barn until the end of time. The cow with one horn that hangs out in there will keep him company.]