Stiggy woke up to his phone vibrating. He picked it up, tapped the accept button, put it to his ear and said hello without opening his eyes.

"Give me my fucking shit back or I'll come get it myself," said a voice on the other end.

"...what?"

"You have my vest and I know you deliberately took my collar."

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"...what?"

"I know where to find you, and it won't be me who makes you regret what you did if you don't give me back his collar."

"...who is this?"

The person kept talking, their voice all spitty from forced aggression and rage. The voice was female. It sounded vaguely familiar.

"If you need an address, let me know. I'm sure just mailing it would be in your best fucking interest."

"...mail what?"

"The collar, dipshit. And I don't live in Inkster anymore so you do need to respond to this in some way. Choose wisely."

The call ended.

Stiggy put his phone down and went back to sleep.