my karmic broker calls me,' hang in there mission.'
'hey you know i love you but what the hell just happened.'
'mmm, well you have some weird entanglements with that particular soul.'
'yeah i know.'
'just hang in there.'
'i think i am well and truly hung, and swinging.'
'mmm, that sounds kinda like my kinda guy.'
'ha, very flattered but you know that was not what i meant.'
'yes captain, i know. now just keep focused and this is your year of love.'
'err mmm, you been saying that for the last two years.'
'well i did confess i made an error but i corrected the mathematics and i assure you this is your year.'
'what are you doing for dinner anyway, i made soup.'
'not tonight i am working on your file.'
'bring it with you.'
'it's to heavy.'
'typical. my heavy file stops me getting lucky with my karmic broker.'
'there's nothing attractive about a man who feels sorry for himself.'
'i don't feel sorry for myself at all, i feel sorry for your husband.'
'mmm, bit cheeky tonight mission, i may just have to come over and sort you out.'
'don't bother, i'm sorted. just keep me posted on the situation.'
'will do.'