Clean Up Your Mess

Doo, doo, doop…

Amidst Diona's roiling rage, her phone started to ring. She clenched and nearly cracked her phone in frustration. 

But before she answered, Diona shouted some urgent orders, "Grab the tranquilizers! The ogre can't get far. There's nowhere to hide and it's injured. Don't let it get away!"

Doo, doo–

"What is it?!" Diona answered the call, doing her best to bite her tongue and not say too much.

"Diona! You answered!" a loud, panicked voice screeched through the phone. 

"Get to the point, Toad. I'm busy right now!" Diona barked. 

Ol' Harold's voice calmed down, slightly. But the undertone of worry was persistent. "Diona, I told y'all that twenty-five wouldn't be enough. We have problems. Big problems!" 

"I won't be paying you any extra unless you have new intel," Diona reminded the overconcerned bum. "So unless you've got something real to say, I need to get back to work–"