Emir grabbed his phone from the coffee table and punched the first number that came into his mind. Shane 2.0 brushed the glass shards onto a dustpan and swept the floor with a broom. Emir sat up on the sofa and bawled into the phone.
'Don't "hi" me, Joann! I know what you've done. Stop messing around. Do you seriously think that this is funny? Sending me a stupid robot that looks like Shane? What? Stop playing dumb! I'm referring to the parcel! Got it this morning on my porch and this weirdo jumped out! And he's threatened to burn down my house. What? What do you mean you don't know what I'm talking about? Huh? You didn't send it? Then who on earth sent me this stupid thing?'
Emir hung up and dialled another number almost immediately. His brother's best friend this time.
'You there, Mattie? Now answer me honestly, did you send me a parcel containing an android? Hello? Are you out drinking again with Gil and Tony again? Geez, answer me! Did you send it? Hey? You there? Wait –'