"The uh, kind of orange-y metalic ones... do you know which ones I mean?"
<<Uh, yeah. Actually, I'm wearing them.>>
"No, seriously, have you seen them?"
<<No, really. I'm wearing your orange pants.>>
"Really?"
<<Yeah. OK, see: me, Sarah, and Anna were playing truth or dare last night in Sarah's room, and I got dared to steal your pants and wear them for ten minutes. But then later on I forgot I was wearing them, and I wore them home by accident.>>
"Woah. Cool."
<<Yeah, I actually kinda like them now... Poor Anna, though. She had to steal Stephen's crusty athletic supporter from his room and put it in her panties.>>
"That's pretty cool. I used to do that sometimes."
<<I wonder if she's still wearing it... Anyhow, I'll bring over your pants later on when I come over to do Sarah's homework.>>
"Oh, you can borrow them for as long as you want. I'm cool staying pantless for a while."
<<Oh. That's good to know, Brad.>>
"Yeah."
<<OK, well, um... bye.>>
"Bye."
Well. Now you know where your pants are.
What number do
you dial now?