001 ♠ Voice

[urnotafraid]

So... Let me get this straight. [ Someone sounds grumpy and tired and there's a definite hint of an accent. ] We've been rescued by a group of kind-hearted assholes from Gamma-Beta-Three-A that felt we've just gotta wear collars to match our winning personalities, right? Or am I missing something from the care package left behind in the room?

[ There's a pause filled in with the familiar sound of someone lighting up a cigarette. ]

And I thought this sort of thing only happened in bad movies...

Hey! Anyone around?

Comments

Voice.

[bewareofdog]

Well, try not to get yer head blown off here. But it's more like eaten.

Voice.

[urnotafraid]

That's not gonna happen.

Voice.

[bewareofdog]

Confidence. That's good.

Voice.

[urnotafraid]

I didn't get where I was by being a weakling.

Voice.

[bewareofdog]

What, on a backwater tower with a collar around yer neck?

Voice.

[urnotafraid]

I'm not alone in this shit! No, I meant home.

Voice.

[bewareofdog]

Right.

True enough. Well, keep up the good work.

Voice.

[urnotafraid]

[ Just sighs. Yes, he is that dramatic. ]

Nice talking to you. Later.

Voice.

[bewareofdog]

Bye.

[ Click. ]