A Call from Godzilla
“THIS IS NOT MY PHONE,” Bill said, his brow furrowed. “Someone stole my phone and switched it with this one, look,” he handed his phone to his girlfriend, the busty and blonde Lucille.
“Who the hell is Francine?” She asked, her lips turning down into a pout.
“I don’t know. This isn’t my phone.”
Lucille handed the phone back to Bill and he continued to scroll through the numbers.
Suddenly, it rang. The assigned ring tone for a caller called “Godzilla” was the theme from Friends.
Bill pressed the answer button. “Hello?” he asked, brow still furrowed.
Lucille pulled a nail file from her purse and started vigorously filing her middle finger.
The voice on the phone was deep and mechanical.
“Go to the Eight of Clubs. There you will meet a man called Leibniz, he has
