Zwei [backdated to this morning]

[teutonic_terror]

[All of Mayfield receives a phone-call, 'real' people and drones alike. It says that it's coming from the Haydn household, but the voice on the phone certainly doesn't sound like Mr. Fritz Haydn, aka the BLU Medic. His tone is cheerful and bouncy, and his speech is completely accent-free.]

Good morning! We at the Haydn household have a little

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[Scout doesn't know whether to be mad, relieved or just plain freaked out. Maybe a bit of all three.]

[teutonic_terror]

[After a few moments of silence, Mr. Haydn decides to check to make sure someone is actually on the line.]

Hello, neighbor? You still there?

[buildstherobots]

...Medic?

[teutonic_terror]

Ah! Dist! How nice to hear from you, but really, call me Fritz. We are buddies, aren't we?

Do you want to come over and take a look at the couch?

[buildstherobots]

...

...Sure.

Why are you talking differently?

[teutonic_terror]

Talking differently? I don't know what you mean! I've always talked like this, for as long as we've known each other (and you know, we go way back).