Voice ✇ 06
[It's easily noticeable, just by the sound of his voice, that he is not as perfect as he usually is - he's got dirt on his face... and his hair is huge.]
I cannot tolerate this any longer. At first, the weeds and the humidity were nothing more than a mild annoyance. But now...
J-Just look at my hair!!! This is unacceptable!!! My hair cannot tolerate this weather, it just can't! I can do nothing with it to stop it from... from being absolutely enormous!!!
[He sighs in quite a dramatic fashion. Give him a moment, he's a bit upset.]
I thought things were bad last week when Sebby left... but this just makes things even worse! I'm so thankful that he can't see me like this!!! What would I have done??!
There's no way I could tolerate my love seeing me li--
[His words are cut off abruptly and the Dreamberry can be heard hitting the ground. A laugh is clearly heard over the screech of some sort of animal and the roar of a chainsaw Grell's Death Scythe can be heard slicing through the air and into the neck of something dinosaur-like, splattering blood all over Grell and his Dreamberry (which is still lying on the ground). Grell stands there and laughs, the roar of the Death Scythe still fairly loud.]
I cannot tolerate this any longer. At first, the weeds and the humidity were nothing more than a mild annoyance. But now...
J-Just look at my hair!!! This is unacceptable!!! My hair cannot tolerate this weather, it just can't! I can do nothing with it to stop it from... from being absolutely enormous!!!
[He sighs in quite a dramatic fashion. Give him a moment, he's a bit upset.]
I thought things were bad last week when Sebby left... but this just makes things even worse! I'm so thankful that he can't see me like this!!! What would I have done??!
There's no way I could tolerate my love seeing me li--
[His words are cut off abruptly and the Dreamberry can be heard hitting the ground. A laugh is clearly heard over the screech of some sort of animal and the roar of a chainsaw Grell's Death Scythe can be heard slicing through the air and into the neck of something dinosaur-like, splattering blood all over Grell and his Dreamberry (which is still lying on the ground). Grell stands there and laughs, the roar of the Death Scythe still fairly loud.]