“Billie’s filling in for me at the bar while I make this call. She’s a doll, really.”
(reply)
“No. I mean she’s really a doll — mechanical.”
(reply)
“Yeah, they make them in this world too. This *Humansville.*”
(reply)
“Of course not.”
(reply (reiteration))
“I’m pretty much fully disguised now. I have a job. I have new, human clothes.”
(reply)
“Oh it’s what they decided to call an iron and red number, a retro dress.”
(reply)
“Oh I’m blending in.”
(reply)
“Eddie? He’s taking it in stride. He says, get this, it’s better than the cow outfit, haha.”
(reply (laugh as well))
“Listen I gotta run. Billie’s glancing over at me. Don’t want to make her suspicious. You know mechanoids. Takes them a while to get the scent but once they do they sniff and sniff–”
(reply)
“No, I have enough money, thanks. I’ll call you later.”
And with this she hangs up the retro phone into its retro receiver and moves toward the bar again, ready to resume her shift.
Just in the nick of time, phew! Suddenly busy.
Sunklands 