BREAKING: As of September 20, 2021, 12:05 AM EST, a pending member of The Sons Of Jefferson by the name of "Wayne Lambright" is claiming that he would like to book a room at The Radisson Blu, planning to arrive with "3 men and 5 boys", to which the friendly operator has not objected to or shown distaste for. She claims that Wayne Lambright may NOT pay with cash, and all reservations at the hotel must be made via credit card, to which Wayne Lambright is heavily disgusted by, and feels unsatisfied with. Mr. Lambright claims that he does not seek any sort of paper trail, and demands that changes be made to suit his trip and clients. One of aforesaid clients, speaking in a very slurred manner of speech, is highly upset with the woman, whom, after yelling at her repeatedly for changes to be made, curse words and all, has had the call temporarily ceased by the operator, via instant hang-up. Though, thankfully, this is far from over, as Mr. Lambright's contact, Jay, has arrived on the telecommunications, and is discussing things with a Kurdish operator, who has incidentally placed him on hold after mere seconds of negotiation. The call has once again been hung up, and a new operator by the name of "Charlie", who is also a female, is now speaking with an unidentified member of The Sons Of Jefferson, who is now saying, "You're being a bicsh, you little bicsh! You heard me!!", along with another, "You wouldn't let us pay with cash, so we're shooting this bitch up. We're shooting this bitch up", and has segued into a phone call with a local Sheriff's office, and the colloquy has began with, and I quote, "Shut the fuck up. What do you wanna talk about? Nigger nigger nigger nigger nigger. You better get your ass over here, nigger. Nigger. Alligator bait. Fred Durst. Sligger.", and. "Can we pwease have sex? I wanna wape you like a dogy, auf, auf! Mow like a wittle kitty kat for me, mowwwwww... mow!", "You can't trace our call nigger, bet you smell like Wayne Lambright", which has brought call back to the Radisson Blu, quite chaotically and in a confusing manner, the so-called talk beginning with "Why you kweep hanging up on me?', which has disconnected the call, once and for all, hopefully. That's all for now folks. Stay tuned.... is what I would say, if the call hadn't restarted yet again, the insane trio of The Sons Of Jefferson now misleading police officers into investigating the Radisson Blu, with Wayne Lambright saying, "They're gonna shoot me if I don't give them $100,000!!", causing a fake panic, and much trouble for the humble hotel. Lambright claims that the organized forces are armed, with weapons, and were sent by his landlord, "Phil Tymon", who demands that his debt be paid in full, or else he would be gunned down, a gas leak would occur. "Ima spin my awp thru ur ass, NIGGWER!!! Thwis is just my... vwoice. Ey, now hwere me out bitch, I'm cumming on youwu fucking bed, when ur not even there, okway? Come suck my cwock, while I'm doing it!", "Thank you very much, ma'am." That seems to be it for now, so... they've now called The Radisson Blu, yet again, and is speaking to the first, original operator. "Yes, we need a room. Need a room, amigo. We need a ROOM! THANK you. Ma'am, um. I need to book a room for like tomorrrrrowwwwwwwwww. Ya, ya, make money right, one night. Gonna be for two men... and 5 boys.". The trio has been warned, and is now being scolded by the operator. "This is your last warning", she says, in a Spanish accent, as Lambright is being... brutally gunned down by his autistic boyfriend?! I'd buy that for a dollar!