24. (backdated to before everyone realized death = death for keepsies)

[actuallyagolem]

[Donny's communicator turns on. At first there's just a hell of a lot of mumbled words and frustrated (but manly) grunts, then everything slowly gets a little clearer as he brings the the thing closer up to his face. Said mumbling and fumbling sounds a little something like this:]

Fuck - no, stupid piece of shit, I want the filt - no, filter, fil

Comments

Warden filter.

[actuallyagolem]

In zero, and Sveta's dressed up the wounds - wait. What?

Warden filter.

[actuallyagolem]

Heeeeeeey. I'm down the hall. I'll shout and you shout back.

[Delirium!]

[Voice, with british accent] Present-dated

[speakinthekings]

Lieutenant Archie Hicox reporting, sir.

[Voice] Present-dated (also excellent username there.)

[actuallyagolem]

Uh...what?

I know that voice...

You're that British film guy.

[Voice] Present-dated (thanks! :D)

[speakinthekings]

To be fair, I was a film critic, yes. I wrote reviews and articles for a
publication called Films and Filmmakers, and I had two books published.

I believe they call you the "Bear Jew." Is that right?

[Voice] Present-dated

[actuallyagolem]

Yeah, sorry. I didn't remember you credentials. They didn't seem....important when we met. Not that they aren't though, don't take that the wrong way.

Yeah, that's right. Donny Donowitz, staff sergeant for the Basterds.