{27} {Voice}

[bentorequests]

{The mic clicks on, followed my the faint sound of the clattering of empty bottles.}

Hn...

I guess you were right, Tex. We shall have to do this again sometime. Mostly so I  can win next time.

{There another clatter of bottles, this time as a few fall against the ground and roll off. After a pause there the faint sound of a limb propping itself up again the terminal.}

Yuuko-san, I believe I'll take the day off.