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"Page to Fraser." Eddie's communicator announced.
"Fraser here. What's up dude? Ur not supposed to be calling me yet."
"Status report... *Giggle* ...and 50 large pizzas." Danny's voice roared from the speaker with the sounds of Caleb laughing hysterically in the background.
Eddie closed his communicator and placed it on the counter. "I can't work like this."