.001 [[ Voice ]]
[The communicator cuts on to the sounds of whispering. Some, barely audible and impossibly to clearly make out. It fades out though as the sudden CLUNK of hard-soled boots on a wooden floor. There's a woman gasping, and then a cry of shock and another thud--as if she fell out of the bed]
OUCH! Damned thing! That's the last time I let Rowdy choose...the...room...
[There's a noticeable pause as she seems to realize she isn't in "Kansas" anymore.]
Here now! Where the fucking hell am I?! Rowdy! This ain't funny, unicorn! And....HEY! Where's my sword?!
[No matter how nice that voice is, she's all but roaring in rage at being robbed.]
When I find the son of a cur who took it, there'll be hell to pay, mark my words. And if it was Rowdy, then I'll just twist his--
Here now...that's that?
[Her voice gets louder as she comes closer.]
Words n' pictures...magic box, yeah? Wonder if it's worth anything...
OUCH! Damned thing! That's the last time I let Rowdy choose...the...room...
[There's a noticeable pause as she seems to realize she isn't in "Kansas" anymore.]
Here now! Where the fucking hell am I?! Rowdy! This ain't funny, unicorn! And....HEY! Where's my sword?!
[No matter how nice that voice is, she's all but roaring in rage at being robbed.]
When I find the son of a cur who took it, there'll be hell to pay, mark my words. And if it was Rowdy, then I'll just twist his--
Here now...that's that?
[Her voice gets louder as she comes closer.]
Words n' pictures...magic box, yeah? Wonder if it's worth anything...