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"Faen i helvete!"
"Is this seriously this hard?! Sverige's really out here--"
"It's a table! It shouldn't be this difficult!"
"No, Norway, it's a..." Denmark's eyebrows furrowed and he turned, rummaging around for the box. Upon finding it, he checked the front for the name then proceeded to put it down and turned back again to Norway. "It's a LACK coffee table, Nor!"
"Let me tell you what, you lack some major brain cells. And that Swede lacks more, so we're gonna call him and tell him that the store he practically lives in makes no sense."
“Great idea!”
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“Ja?”
“Your furniture store is dumb.”
“‘S not. Y’know it’s not, yer just angry.”
“It’s stupid. And doesn’t make sense.”
“Did he mention it’s stupid?” Denmark added.
“See? It’s stupid!”
Sweden sighed.
“D’you need help? I'm not... too busy today.”
Denmark and Norway exchanged looks, then, defeatedly, turned back to the phone.
“...Yeah.” They both replied in unison.
"I'll be over in an hour."