"Oh yeah. We can go into the place, get charged for numerous accounts of assault, murder, conspiracy to commit murder, manslaughter and plenty of other fun things. Mhm. Yeah. I'd rather run and go to a hot place."
"If you know what he means." Phil winked, walking out of the kitchen with a slap of the most perfect cake ever made.
"We should at least try-" Suddenly Veronica's phone started ringing. "Huh?" She picked up "Hello?.... Mum?" She spoke with a sudden British accent. "I'm at a freind's house mum... No, don't worry. I'll be back in a couple of days.......I have no time to quarrel with you, bye bye" She hung up. Most of them were looking at her "What?" She asked, looking down a bit embarrassed. "Well!" She bolted up, trying to break the awkward silence "Let's get going already."
"Got it." Lance said, popping up from behind the couch. "Oh, by the way..." Lance quickly got up and ran around the couch, snatching Veronica's phone on the way and jogging over to the hall. "We can't have phones until we're proven innocent. They trace our calls, they find our location, and who ever is calling us? Will be put in grave danger..." he said, throwing the phone to the ground and smashing his foot on it, crumbling it up into pieces. "Okay! Let's gooo!" Lance sung like a little kid, turning around and running down the hallway.