Voicemail

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Hey, y'all. This is Hardison, I'm not here right now, you know what to do. And man, Eliot, read your damn email. That answers whatever questions you're calling me with right now. If it's you, Nana, sorry for cussing."

Beep

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[myownface]

[From here!]

"Wait, if the angels have the phone box, who has the DeLorean?"

He could be calling Kenzi back. He could be dialing random numbers. Sparkle didn't even care anymore. He was getting his nerd on.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

[To here, here, and here!]