I turn to the gods and check my phone. "Erm, give me a sec, I will be back." I walk away slightly and hold the phone up not seeing who it is. "Heeeeeeellllloooopppeee?"
"Body isn't all that matters, though a little more downstairs might have been nice... Brandon has a much better personality than you. He's not at idiot," I say, not even really thinking before I speak.
I go red and stamp my feet. "WHO THE HELL IS BRANDON, AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY 'A LITTLE MORE' YOU ALLWAYS SAID HOW SEXY I LOOKED! WHEN I FIND OUT WHO BRANDON IS, I AM GOING TO KILL HIM!"
"I- I- NO, THIS IS A LOAD OF CRAP, YOU CAN'T SAY THAT, IM NOT A MORON, YOU IDOIT, HOW DARE YOU! I WANT TO SEE THIS BRANDON AND RIP OFF HIS HEAD!"
I facepalm as I listen in. "What a moron." I whisper under my breath.
I exhale, quickly hang up, take off my shirt again and go back to where I left off with the gods, slightly embarrassed now, but shake it off.
"Wow... Just... Wow..."