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is that for my first post, I did not want to ruin with reports of demeaning and silly love affairs, it has become a deus ex machina to provide the material, at the very end of what seemed a quiet day.
You should know that not everyone has a good opinion of 'Underwear . After the smear campaign the most successful post-separation story a number of individuals deemed 's Underwear almost like an incarnation of pure evil. And if it seems an exaggeration to judge for yourself.

are three in the morning el 'Underwear enjoys his well-deserved sleep after a hard day's work. Suddenly the phone rings. The number: unknown.

-you who you did it?

voice, cavernous and unique, is that of Doctor.

TINIEST : Hello, I salute you. Do what?
DOCTOR: Do not pretend not to know.
TINIEST ( sleepy and annoyed): I'm sorry. Yes, I was. Good night.
DOCTOR: And as always, you will not even ashamed!
TINIEST : It was ironic ... do not know what you mean. I'd like to know what they are accused this time ...
DOCTOR: So deny that you're the one who is posing as the brother of the Chinese [the former by definition the extremely ed] with his professor to know of the development of thesis and its student grades?
TINIEST : At a rough guess my guess is that the father, worried about her daughter's studies, has sent one of the many cousins \u200b\u200bof the Chinese to learn, using this trick. It sounds just like HIM. However, it is nonsense. No professor would respond, I think. The fact he only make a bad impression.
DOCTOR ( after a pause for reflection ): Do not try to confuse and manipulate me like you always do with everybody! Does not stick with me! He made a fool, was what you wanted, for what you did! It was you!
TINIEST : I could have done anything else. But do you think I would do such a thing?
DOCTOR ( raising his voice, with the intention of saying something offensive ): Yes, you're Tom Ripley!

the very least going to snort bored''with these balls that your literary and cinematic.'' He realizes just starting to take taste and takes on a cold, detached and ironic, as befits an evil genius, and decides to have fun.

TINIEST : Exactly, it would be too easy. I would have pretended to be her sister.
DOCTOR: You're taking the piss, motherfucker?!
TINIEST ( cold ): 'It is useless to scream with me. I know the crap that you've done this winter. I might call your mother, if you give me too much bother ...
DOCTOR: You're bluffing.
TINIEST : If I was bluffing you would have said''what the fuck you say?'',''You're not bluffing.''
DOCTOR (looks worried ): You're still bluffing.
TINIEST ( grins): How do you prefer ...
DOCTOR: Froch OF SHIT! BASTARD! FUCK! I send and who-so-I'll break your ass!
TINIEST : So I moved house. I have chased after the story of a bad check.
DOCTOR ( with sudden apprehension, after a sudden and radical change of mood ): Eh? Are you in trouble?
TINIEST ( sincerely laughs): 'It's amazing ... If you confess to a murder you believe me. Absurd ...
DOCTOR: There's nothing to laugh about. From there you can expect everything. Are you a Ripley!
TINIEST ( still laughing): And you're a child. I know you've read the book and quote you like, I understand. Bravo is a good book, I like it too. Good night.

L 'Underwear hangs up immediately because the doctor said that is a child (laughing in his face too) is the worst insult that does not generate, strangely, a torrential foul language, but worse: a monologue to hours when the Chartered explain the reasons why his behavior has nothing childish. Probably, in fact, why can not recall replying to this affront. Not right away though, because first he has to prepare the speech held.
L 'Underwear now restless and agitated, puts a record to try to relax. 5 minutes later the phone, on time, it rings, but the 'Underwear is in the middle of a solo by Wynton Kelly (and at times should begin to Coltrane) and no longer has any desire to deal with the delusions of the Doctor. The phone stops ringing after only ten minutes. Evidently the other end the suffering of having to close a discussion without having had the last word is really unbearable. Who knows what'll be hating him right now ...

L 'Underwear thinks, as speaking to the Doctor, the Chinese and the rest of the gang:

''You hate me. You REALLY hate me.''

And chuckles alone, at night, with a hint of satisfaction.