[ The recording flickers on, and there's static- some fumbling, rustling of cloth in the background. ]
Ehhh. Where...
[ His voice trails off. Sounds of movement- slow and unhurried. A brief pause, then a deep, drawn-out sigh. ]
This can't be good, can it?
Tch. How troublesome.
[ More movement- he's mumuring to himself, but it's pretty much
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