Outside of parentheses, Squall. (Inside parentheses, the universal watcher who is 100% definitely not me. Yeah, that's the ticket.)

Oh, come on, Squall! You've destroyed sorceresses, you've saved the world, and you can't even call one girl, who, oh yeah, felt exactly the same about you six months ago?
(Come on, man, this girl's one of your close friends! How can you stand to be some mack type on the outside, and naught but a pathetic Chicken-Wuss on the inside? Oh, I forgot, at least Zell could fight...)
I have to do this. I mean, the people of wanted me to call her, and they're never wrong, right?
(I need to do this. I mean, if you're going to ask people who you've never met what you should do, then you should at least follow their advice, right?)
Why is it that if you miss calling just one or two times, you end up back on square one?
(Preach it, brother.)
Come on, it's nothing. What'll happen? She's probably waiting...
( She was SO on the ropes when you last called, dude! It's very easy to hit it now, dude!)
Okay. This is tough. Let me think...What would Alan Smithee do in this situation?
(Okay. This is tough. Let me think...What would Squall do in this situation?)
This is silly. Just do it. What am I, Zell?
(Just do it. The fans asked for it. You've been working for how long now to get a fanbase? They need this. If you don't, you'll lose the opportunity to draw on something for your next one and consequently fail them.)
Okay. Let's go. ::dials:: for the fans.
(For the fans::beats chest:: For my WRITING! ::beats chest:: ::dials::)
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She's...(She's...)

Not...(Not...)

Home. (Home.)