011 // I'm so sorry, Ned :|

[easy_aspie]

[Transmission switches on to reveal a very tipsy Piemaker. He's sitting, limbs sprawled, in his closet. Over his head and shoulders are draped a half-dozen or so ties. He's giggling quietly to himself.]

Guys. GUYS. TIES.

[He tosses his arms in the air, sending a few of the aforementioned items flying. Unfortunately, this means he's lost his balance

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Hoarse Voice

[bob_fraser_snr]

I was struck by plague, but I'm recovering now. Not affected.

[easy_aspie]

Whew. Okay, good to hear. Not the plague thing, the affected thing, because if you were? I would be of noooooooo use to you. Nilch. Nada. Nunca.

Sorry I'm so drunk. Sorry I'm a lame warden. Sorry you had the plague.

[bob_fraser_snr]

[sighs too, which causes coughing but...] I'm afraid I'm not terribly good at keeping up my end either, Ned.

[if he doesn't remember this in the morning, Bob'll simply repeat it] During the flood, I had the distinct impression that my son had died, rather than me. I wanted to jump over the side, but the Doctor talked me down.

Backdated. I think that's all Bob's gonna get out of him, he's not very useful.

[easy_aspie]

[Ned looks at him, trying to think of something to say. And then, he drunkenly but sincerely hugs the communicator]

[bob_fraser_snr]

Ah, thank you kindly.