[69] - [Video, follows Perry's post below]
[You can see the inside of Crane’s pocket, and he continues with the same rambling tone.] -decapitated gingerbread man. And I don’t even know what to do with it, because you obviously can’t eat it or keep it. And throwing it off the side of the barge would be crazy.
[Perry sounds more distant and slightly muffled.] Jesus Christ-
[Crane completely ignores Perry.] But you don’t have to worry about any of this, do you? It’s probably not even on your radar. You’re probably not even considering how the faceless people are probably staying near you more than the others, because if they are going to start controlling people they’re obviously going to start with people like you.
[Perry sounds tense when he replies.] Shut up, seriously, just calm down.
[Crane continues without missing a beat.] It’s true though, isn’t it? Whatever this is, if it’s struggling to take physical form it’s going to control us. Maybe that’s what the whistling person is waiting for. It’s waiting for easy targets, people that it can posses. People who don’t even realize how dangerous this is, that these things can’t possibly be benign. Who are willing to let things crawl into their heads. It’s waiting to build up it’s own little army and the Admiral isn’t doing anything to stop it. Why would he do that? It doesn’t even make se-
[Perry sounds clearer, probably because he’s closer.] Shut the fuck up, Crane. [And behold, the glorious sound of Crane being slapped.]
[It takes a second for Crane to regroup.] Dawsey, what- [But before he gets to properly continue, the whistling starts again. There’s a few seconds of just the whistling.]
It sounds like it’s above us. [Crane finally manages to say.]
Shit. [Perry does not sound impressed. Just then, Crane’s journal has a burst of static before turning off.]
[Perry sounds more distant and slightly muffled.] Jesus Christ-
[Crane completely ignores Perry.] But you don’t have to worry about any of this, do you? It’s probably not even on your radar. You’re probably not even considering how the faceless people are probably staying near you more than the others, because if they are going to start controlling people they’re obviously going to start with people like you.
[Perry sounds tense when he replies.] Shut up, seriously, just calm down.
[Crane continues without missing a beat.] It’s true though, isn’t it? Whatever this is, if it’s struggling to take physical form it’s going to control us. Maybe that’s what the whistling person is waiting for. It’s waiting for easy targets, people that it can posses. People who don’t even realize how dangerous this is, that these things can’t possibly be benign. Who are willing to let things crawl into their heads. It’s waiting to build up it’s own little army and the Admiral isn’t doing anything to stop it. Why would he do that? It doesn’t even make se-
[Perry sounds clearer, probably because he’s closer.] Shut the fuck up, Crane. [And behold, the glorious sound of Crane being slapped.]
[It takes a second for Crane to regroup.] Dawsey, what- [But before he gets to properly continue, the whistling starts again. There’s a few seconds of just the whistling.]
It sounds like it’s above us. [Crane finally manages to say.]
Shit. [Perry does not sound impressed. Just then, Crane’s journal has a burst of static before turning off.]