Damn prank calling punks, anyway I have more important things to attend to, like those half naked ladies, drunk off of warm 40's. As I am making my way back to the ladies I hear a horrible sound, bbaaaa, bbaaaa, it's my trusty LLama and she is in trouble. I haven't heard her scream like that since Skymaxx got ahold of her. I tell the ladies to chill and sip on those 40's till I get back. I rush outside and who do I see???