Salvation scheme application form.

the path of the doomed. by Ferney.

I was waiting for the rain to stop when I received a phone call...

-hello!!!
-hiya! you alright?
-who's that?
-I am calling from "heaven's customer service" in regard of you P36 "salvation scheme" application form...
-oh yes I remember, I waited for 23 years but noone answered.
-oh dear! I am terribly sorry but I am sure you understand, lately we are dealing with loads of forms, you know...
-mmm, yes I understand but it is my right to....
-Hang on a minute please. -ok -Mr M.I am sorry to inform that you "salvation scheme application form" has been rejected, it seems you have not behave in a proper way...
-Mmm but why? I thoguht I had done everything by the book...
-But do not worry please, it is our duty to be fair and to offer the best deals to our customers...
-Excuse me, with all due respect but my parents enroled me in that stupid scheme, I filled the aplication more than 15 years ago against my will.
-as I said before, it is our duty to offer the best deal, so please send again the application form and this time make sure you fill correctly the relevant gaps concerning to you behaviour, you will receive a text message with some instruction which you must follow in order to gain a place on the scheme. your customer reference number is FM.SS.24JN1M9N7S4C.969. please make sure you have this number with you when being requested by "heaven's customer service". This phone call has been recorded for training pourposes.
-What?!!
-good bye -hanging up sounds.
-hello?
-hey!
-hey!

fuck this shit!!!....where are my pills...

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