He felt a tingling sensation in his pocket. He wasn't expecting any phone calls and it was a bad time since a mix-up with the police left him on the run. LiveCorpse could still hear the police chasing him, their sirens screams for his blood. He didn't mean to hurt that police officer, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, something he felt very guilty of. His heart raced and his brow sweated hard. He gasped for air so he could run some more. He reached into his pocket and fished out the phone with his right hand (his gun in his left hand); hoping to god there was someone out there, someone who could help him out of this mess. Adam knew without help, he was doomed and would likely have to kill himself to avoid being raped like a Blackpool pony. He pressed down the green button and put it to his ear.
HEY COUSIN, LET'S GO BOWLING!
PLACEBO ARE DEATH METAL.
There was a story, and now it's gone.
Yes we can make him fight, yes we can.