number two. voice.
Interrupting all these arrivals and departures to-- agh, hold on- wait, what the fuck--- shitty-assed piece of mechanical blasphemy whatever fucking engineer came up with this hunk of spit-and-tape junk should be asham- [some static, sparks of hissing, and then:]
[Filtered away from Dio Eraclea.]
... There we go.
Alright, anybody who knows how to tell the shitty mind-tripping food from the actual good stuff should speak up. There's a guy, Dio Eraclea of Guild such-and-such, whose birthday is in three days, and fuck if this place couldn't use some cheer. Plus he appreciates the sky, unlike some of you. So... Anybody feel like a party?
Like-- hey, Cloud! You up to this? Someone's got to ask that generous President to make something to drink. And how many of you good folk who aren't suffering existential crises feel up to making somewhere in here all pretty for a complete random stranger? Or not so random. Hell if I know his friends.
[Filtered away from Dio Eraclea.]
... There we go.
Alright, anybody who knows how to tell the shitty mind-tripping food from the actual good stuff should speak up. There's a guy, Dio Eraclea of Guild such-and-such, whose birthday is in three days, and fuck if this place couldn't use some cheer. Plus he appreciates the sky, unlike some of you. So... Anybody feel like a party?
Like-- hey, Cloud! You up to this? Someone's got to ask that generous President to make something to drink. And how many of you good folk who aren't suffering existential crises feel up to making somewhere in here all pretty for a complete random stranger? Or not so random. Hell if I know his friends.