[There's a muffled click, and the comm starts broadcasting in the middle of a pained hiss.]
I think I'm laying on my--rrgh.
Dear Mar, you're heavy.
[There's a pause, the rustle and creak of someone rolling over, then Razer chuckles.]
Good morning?
[A low groan--from a very distinctly different voice--muffled. Most likely through a pillow.
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