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gone_byebyeTuesday, October 2nd, 2002
Columbia University, Manhattan
Basement
There had been no sleep last night- small surprise. Ray had been thinking, and that kind of thing tended to preclude the possibility of sleep. He'd taken the precaution of stopping at the nearest coffee shop (not Starbucks, thank you) to his apartment before getting on the train to work; while advanced cogitation was great for keeping you awake at night, sooner or later that darned pesky sack of meat called the human physiology demanded its toll, and if he was going to get anything done today at all, he was going to need stimulants to do it. Coffee qualified. Oh, it wasn't anything like the products of the rig he'd built after seeing I Come in Peace, but it was still coffee and that was good.
Especially since he had a phone call he had to make if he was going to have a snowball's chance in Kuthu of diverting the wrath of Ereshkigal from the city.
55 Central Park West
26th Floor
The phone rang.
"Hi, this is Louis Tully, I'm about to head out the door so I really hope this is good-"
"Mr. Tully, I'm told that you're one of the best certified public accountants on the island of Manhattan."
Louis blinked several times, but to his credit, rallied swiftly. "Uh, I don't know if I'd necessarily say that, sir-"
"Nonsense, Mr. Tully. I've seen your performance in the past and I've talked to people who've used your services."
He smiled. He couldn't help it. "Well, okay, I guess I am pretty good- can I help you, Mr...."
"Doctor, Mr. Tully, or Professor if you'd rather. My name is Ray Stantz and I need some help arranging a truly massive home equity loan."
If he hadn't been holding the handset, Louis would have rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "Just how massive are we talking about, Professor? Because there's an awful lot of ways to structure this kind of thing..."
Columbia University, Manhattan
Basement
There had been no sleep last night- small surprise. Ray had been thinking, and that kind of thing tended to preclude the possibility of sleep. He'd taken the precaution of stopping at the nearest coffee shop (not Starbucks, thank you) to his apartment before getting on the train to work; while advanced cogitation was great for keeping you awake at night, sooner or later that darned pesky sack of meat called the human physiology demanded its toll, and if he was going to get anything done today at all, he was going to need stimulants to do it. Coffee qualified. Oh, it wasn't anything like the products of the rig he'd built after seeing I Come in Peace, but it was still coffee and that was good.
Especially since he had a phone call he had to make if he was going to have a snowball's chance in Kuthu of diverting the wrath of Ereshkigal from the city.
55 Central Park West
26th Floor
The phone rang.
"Hi, this is Louis Tully, I'm about to head out the door so I really hope this is good-"
"Mr. Tully, I'm told that you're one of the best certified public accountants on the island of Manhattan."
Louis blinked several times, but to his credit, rallied swiftly. "Uh, I don't know if I'd necessarily say that, sir-"
"Nonsense, Mr. Tully. I've seen your performance in the past and I've talked to people who've used your services."
He smiled. He couldn't help it. "Well, okay, I guess I am pretty good- can I help you, Mr...."
"Doctor, Mr. Tully, or Professor if you'd rather. My name is Ray Stantz and I need some help arranging a truly massive home equity loan."
If he hadn't been holding the handset, Louis would have rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "Just how massive are we talking about, Professor? Because there's an awful lot of ways to structure this kind of thing..."
