x. he's already half gone - [ VOICE ]

[badcolors]

[Someone is walking around, mumbling. The words don't really sound coherent and they're lost in the acoustics of wherever the sound feed is coming from; when someone finally does speak, they sound bitter and their voice sounds almost as if they're being strangled.]

Everyone will be all right. You sure do have a lot of hope; did something change?

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voice ; private

[viliorate]

...Back for such a small amount of time and playing games, already, are we?

Voice; Private

[badcolors]

Games? They need to be taught what life is like.

And who the fuck are you?

Voice; Private

[viliorate]

Do they, now.

Someone interested in helping you teach that lesson, if you're willing to accept it. Perhaps you don't need it, though.

Voice; Private

[badcolors]

How can I deny such an offer from a pretty voice like that?

Voice; Private

[viliorate]

Such charming manners.

Of course, this is your show. What would efficiently assist you without getting in your way?

Voice; Private

[badcolors]

I need a gun. The bleeding heart took it away last time Harvey got out.

Voice; Private

[viliorate]

A gun? Is that all?

Voice; Private

[badcolors]

That's this Agent of Chaos needs.

Voice; Private

[viliorate]

Ah, is that so. What a surprisingly easy man to please.

Very well, then.

[There will be a clatter on the floor from behind him, and when he turns there will be a loaded gun as well as some appropriate spare ammo.

Your choice of gun type, have fun.]

Happy teaching, Mister Two-Face.

Voice; Private

[badcolors]

Ah, my favorite kind of gun.

[Spin, spin, click.]

Much obliged.