Ah, Downtown Dialtown. Where the air tastes like crystal meth, and the crystal meth tastes like smog! so..what now?

A nearby pole teleports directly to you.

“GAH- what the fuck?”

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Ah, here we are. Dialtown’s ONLY phone booth. Because half of ALL people got their heads replaced with rotary phones.

“M-my name is Randy Jade, and I’m feelin’ Randy for you tonight~..sorry..my boss told me to say that..probably shouldn’t have said my name..-“