A boy named Sous

"Look," Priestly said. He'd finally managed to scrape together enough money for a long distance phone card and had, naturally, immediately called the Beach City Grill. "You guys can't keep sending me money. You're both broke, too. Unless Trucker decided to give you raises."

"Who?" asked Jen. Priestly pinched his nose and successfully resisted the urge to throw his phone against a wall.

( "Is Priestly talking about his imaginary friends again?" )

[ooc: It's fun to be evil! Open for any pan-dimensional phone calls.]