Stuck

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'Oh, tha luck of tha Irish,' sang Mark's ringtone, waking him from his sleep. He picked up the call.
"Whaddayouwant?" Mark slurred tiredly.
"MARK!" yelled Sean so loud Mark could hear him from the next room. "AYE NEED SOM FUKKEN 'ELP MATE!"
"Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming," Mark yawned. He got up and walked out his door, five steps down the hall and into Sean's room. He paused in the doorway.
"Ah...what?" Sean was suspended upside-down in the doorway of his closet by a pair of those ridiculous boots that hook onto a pole. "AND NO FUKKEN JOKES ABOOT BEAN STUCK IN DA CLOSET," yelled his red-faced friend.
Mark rolled his eyes. He was tired, and didn't want to deal with this.
"Alright, I can fix this," he said, walking over. Before Sean could speak, he closed the closet door on his face. "Tomorrow. Goodnight."
He went back to bed with a smile on his face.

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