Seis- Hanna....damnit you idiot.

[commie_island]

[Cuba was droned for a while after coming back. Which on the plus side meant his shattered hand got better. On the other side....he was a drone. An American drone of course. When he snapped out of it he soon came to realize something worse. Which is why he's making this phone call. There's some talking in the background as he picks up the phone.]

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[muskatli]

What's a drone, again?

[commie_island]

Someone who thinks they've lived here their entire lives.

[muskatli]

That's the clearest answer I've received so far.

[commie_island]

Glad I could help....

[Wait...]

...Hungary. Is that you?

[muskatli]

It's been a while, Cuba.

[commie_island]

.....

I thought you'd gotten droned too.

[muskatli]

About that...

...

Supposedly, I've been, but not anymore.

[commie_island]

.....oh.

Do you remember anything then?

[muskatli]

Not really. I know it's been bothering some of the people I talked to.

Where do you live?

[commie_island]

Right now. 1764 Beaver Street

[muskatli]

[Making her way over--all the houses look so nice ;;]

[commie_island]

[Oh yeah. Don't mind the guy in the dress that gets the door. He's a drone who thinks he's a woman]

"Why hello there"

[muskatli]

[What do you mean "don't mind"? :DD]

"Hello, dear. May I come in?"

[commie_island]

[Oh God...she's going to ship them or something]

"Why certainl-

[And this is when Cuba comes walking over.]

Hanna. I thought I said not to....Oh Hola Hungary.

"Who is this dear?"

Just a friend. Why don't you go ...somewhere else...

[muskatli]

[Her work is practically done for her.]

You didn't tell me he was adorable.

[commie_island]

[They used to share the bed, even though Hanna made a pillow fort in the middle of it. Cuba does not ship it though]

.....

Why would I say that?