"You'll move it shortly? Excuse me? What are you going to move it with? I don't see a crane to pick up that piece of crap you decided to lay down in the middle of the road!" Edmee pulled her cellphone out of her pocket. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't call the police right now?" She snarled at him, "Who are you, what's your name?" The girl got off of her bicycle and stared down at the phone box that laid on its side, it was letting off exhaust. "That's pretty realistic looking. But your little toy is going to have to go. Hey, I'll spare you. If you get that thing out of sight by tomorrow, I won't do anything, but if you're going to keep it there, I'll file a report. Give me your name."

((My apologies))