[Unfiltered, from a pay phone. His voice is shaking.]

I...

I need help. I've been injured very badly.

[A pause, where it seems like he may have hung up the phone.]

...Please.

What's going on? Why is everything grey? Where is the Kaiser? And most importantly, what am I WEARING?!

[Filtered to Vietnam]

How many guns do you have?

...This isn't good.

[After that pointless little message over the phones, Dist will be outside with the Kaiser, working on sharpening its large buzzsaw with a power grinder, sending a shower of sparks into the air; the attack on Town Hall had dulled it considerably. He seems more serious than usual.]

Just out of curiosity, how many of us have heavy machinery? Like my Kaiser, or Russia's tank.

[filtered from drones]
Has the town actually filled itself up with incredibly dangerous and destructive weaponry, at our hands, on purpose?

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...What happened?

Where can I get makeup in this place? The supply in the house is running low.

...Does anyone have a couch they need to get rid of?

...Can I have my drone wife back?