017 [voice]
[ The line opens to the sound of crackling tobacco followed by a long exhale, suggesting he's been smoking a cigar instead of his usual cigarette. His voice is a little more subdued than normal. ]
What are the odds of this thing picking up a radio station? It does everything but play music. Seems like kind of a waste of technology.
[ An extended pause filled with static and sharp screeching noises as he tries to adjust the frequencies; possibly by using a metal fork as a screw driver. Another exhale. ]
... Huh. Never thought I'd find something that could make me miss Mars.
[Text | Filtered: Giovanni]
I didn't know you had a sister.
What are the odds of this thing picking up a radio station? It does everything but play music. Seems like kind of a waste of technology.
[ An extended pause filled with static and sharp screeching noises as he tries to adjust the frequencies; possibly by using a metal fork as a screw driver. Another exhale. ]
... Huh. Never thought I'd find something that could make me miss Mars.
[Text | Filtered: Giovanni]
I didn't know you had a sister.