Which means I suddenly have to leave town on a business trip.
No, really, don't call my office, I won't be there.
And the girl who's taking all my calls thinks it's funny to answer the phone with my name. But it's not me.
I'm out of town. Out of state. In fact, I'm in a business meeting with Martians. I could be gone a while.
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do those Martians provide you with jell-o shots?
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