004: [voice]

[worldsfastest]

[For about thirty seconds or so, the only thing audible is Skwisgaar frantically running around his apartment muttering 'where ams dey, where ams dey'. When he does speak, he sounds very upset, as if he has lost something dear...]

City of Doridos! Dere ams being has a majors crisising!

I can'ts find mine guitar picks! I am want all of Hortons to have

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[witchoftheweek]

...Say that again, please.

[worldsfastest]

My guitar picks ares gones. Maybes forevers.

[witchoftheweek]

Ah.

[theforceoncrack]

[Hey...you're that guy who called him a dildo.]

Hey.

[worldsfastest]

[Hey, you're the guy who Skwisgaar thinks is his friend Nathan. You may want to correct that.]

Mine guitars picks am gones forevers, Nat'ans! Assembles de klokateers and gets to work helpings me finds thems!

[theforceoncrack]

[slkgk you're kinda funny.]

Jackie. 'm name's Jackie.

[worldsfastest]

Jackies? That ams your name? So you's nots...

...What dids you do to Nat'ans?!

[pilot_princess]

...you what?

[worldsfastest]

I losteds my guitar picks. You knows, de little tritangle what you play guitars with?

[pilot_princess]

Never seen those before...

[defendnhills]

[Pinged by "All of Hortons", but that's all he really got.]

What are you whining about?!

[worldsfastest]

Mine guitar picks, olds man! Dey am lost and you needs to be helping me finds them!

[Voice]

[defendnhills]

Why in Sam Hill would anyone want you to find them?! I've had enough of your long haired hippy music at 3am!