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VIII [voice]
Guess who just finished their Christmas shopping? Yeah, that's right. Take that!
[Pause... huff.]
Anyone have any extra cash? Local church's looking for donations. A kid not getting a present is just fucking sad, y'know? -
VII [voice]
Dee doesn't bother withholding the annoyance in his tone. He sounds thoroughly fatigued.
What the hell? I finally catch a ride, and I get back to this bullshit?
There's a pause, and he heaves a final sigh of irritation.
These guys are serious, aren't they? ... Is anyone hurt? -
VI [voice]
[Dee's frantic voice is masked by a loud churning in the background. He fumbles with his wording, distracted and out of sorts.]
I need information on...
[The rustles of clothing, and then paper overwhelm the recording. Finally, a dull thump resounds.]
Fuck, fuck--the fuck is it? It's-it's the largest hospital in Apatia, gotta be ( Read more... ) -
V [voice]
It's getting pretty bad...
Dee sighs heavily, and thumbs the microphone with his good hand.
We've had one death. She wasn't the strongest kid to begin with, but--ah... hm.
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Can anyone provide me with an estimate for a vaccination? -
IV [voice]
Break over.
Butterfly, get your ass in gear. I've already got a few orders lined up, and these people are impatient, you know?
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II
What the hell? Seriously, what's with the decline in business just after I hire a pretty new face? JUPITER must be plotting against me.
I guess it couldn't hurt to advertise. If anyone's in need of a fix, be sure to leave one. I'm as flexible as it gets. -
I
Does anyone have a decent supply of balloons around here? And before any idiots decide to open their mouths--it's none of your fucking business why I want them, I just do.
You'd think a dollar or two'd be worth something down here...